Bullseye.

“Fuck’s sake, Emma. What you do to me, woman!” He scoops me up speedily, and I squeal. He’s so fast it makes the room tilt, and I grab on for dear life and try not to choke him with my vice-like grip, my face almost pressed into his. He can walk fast, and in a few easy strides, we’re already in my room and pulling back my sheets with one hand.

“Are you mad?” I suddenly turn tearful. I don’t want my gorgeous, swoony boss to be angry at me.

“No, ...