Boss’s Desk Betrayal: My Wild Office Double Dip
Printer hums in the corner. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. Jean and I hunch over reports in the conference […]
Printer hums in the corner. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. Jean and I hunch over reports in the conference […]
About a year ago, I was a 20-year-old office intern. Ambitious. Routine days: spreadsheets, gym, coffee runs. But virgin. Bi.
The restaurant owner interrupts our dinner, asking if we enjoyed the meal. Julien chats politely. We head out. Night has
The boss’s office door clicks shut. Locked. The distant hum of the printer echoes from the open space. Clicks of
Printer hums. Endless sheets spitting out population stats. 36 billion souls. Oxygen plummeting. My desk piles with dossiers for the
Printer hums low in the corner. Sheets spit out. Click-click of my mouse on spreadsheets. Coffee brews, sharp and bitter,
Breakroom door clicks shut. Printer hums low. Coffee scent blends with my perfume. Sharp, intoxicating. My love and I sip,
Printer whirs in the corner. Mouse clicks punctuate the air. Coffee scent clashes with my heavy perfume. Heels click on
The door to my private office clicks shut. Locked. Printer hums in the corner, churning patient files. Mouse clicks from
Printer hums in the open space. Mouse clicks echo. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. I spot him across the