Filthy Boss
I want my skirt pulled up.
I want my panties pulled to the side.
I want to forget dinner.
Forget I hit reply-all.
Forget my idea was stolen.
Forget everything and just get [email protected]#$!
And then I want to order Chinese food.
My bosses abandoned me out here at this new office and the best thing I have going for me is fantasizing about lavender-soap-elevator-man.
But just my luck, lavender-soap-elevator-man is a Turnaround consultant. He gets paid obscene amounts of money to turnaround failing companies. A dream job and a dream guy.
I could use a turnaround myself. When he targets my company, he targets me too. I only hope he won’t find out what I’ve been doing these last few months.
Then again . . . What’s the worst that could happen?
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