Wanted: Total Control
I took three deep breaths before I knocked on Mr. Thomas’ door. I would have ran, but it was raining, and I wore heels so I’d look sexy.
The door opened and his eyes flared. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“I know.” I waited for him to list the reasons: he was my boss; I was too young; he was separated and wanted to reconcile with his wife.
“Come in,” he step…