I couldn’t believe what had happened last night. 

I snuck out of Noah’s room while he was still sleeping, wearing one of his shirts because my clothes were still soaking wet. 

Fortunately, Chris was still sleeping. That would have been awkward as hell to try and explain away. But there was no escaping it; I slept with my boss, Chris’s father. I slipped into my room to get dressed, and only after I showered and changed into khaki shorts and a burgundy tank top, did I dare ...