June

"Are you high or something?" Mr. Grande asks flatly.

My head snaps up. "No," I whisper, shaking quickly. Inside, though, I admit it—I might be high. High on nerves, high on him, and high on my own recklessness.

He sits on the bed, studying me like I’m a puzzle he doesn’t want to solve. "Is that how bold you are? Then why hide it all this time as my secretary?"

"Uhm– I'm the same girl who agreed to spent a night with you, even when I didn't know your name." I keep my lips ...