Nico.
Nico is—
Oh my God.
Oh my God, Nico is Mr. Rossi.
The man I had sex with forty-eight hours ago is my new boss.
I immediately look back down at my computer screen and start typing frantically, even though I don’t even have any apps open. I’m just hitting random keys.
My hands are shaking. My vision is tunneling. I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears like a drum solo.
This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.
I interviewed for this job three weeks ago. The gala was Friday. We never exchanged last names. I knew I was working for “Rossi Industries” but I didn’t—I never—
How did I not put it together?
How did I not fucking Google him?
Because you were desperate for a job, my brain supplies unhelpfully. Because—
From the periphery of my vision I sense him passing my desk. I look up, but he passes by without deigning to even glance my way. Just strides into his office like I’m part of the furniture.
Which, I guess, I am now.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
The door slams behind him, making me jump.
I watch out of the corner of my eye as he sets down his bag, shrugs out of his jacket, and drapes it over his chair. Even through the glass, I can see the way his shoulders fill out that crisp white dress shirt. The way his hands—
Stop it right now.
Shit. I can’t believehe’s my boss.
I can just quit. I can walk out right now. I can—
No. No, I can’t.
I gave two weeks’ notice at my old job.Two weeksago. I can’t go back. And I need this salary. I need this opportunity. Student loans don’t pay themselves, and my landlord doesn’t accept “I made a bad decision” as rent payment.
Besides, I already signed all the paperwork. I’m officially employed. And if I really did quit on my literal first day, what would I even put on my resume?
“Rossi Industries - Executive Secretary - 2 hours - Left because I accidentally slept with my boss before knowing he was my boss.”
Yeah. That’ll look great.
I force myself to focus on my computer screen and not on the fact I can see Nico perfectly through the glass walls and he can see me and we both know exactly what the other looks like naked and this is literally the worst possible situation I could have imagined.
Well. Almost the worst.
The worst would be if he acknowledges it. If he says something. If he—
At 8:58, a voice behind me nearly makes me jump out of my skin.
