I guess no one thinks that having a hot boss isn't complicated or confusing at all. But I only have to resist him for a few months. In January I fly to Paris to fulfill my dream of becoming an artist. Too bad I can't have my dessert and enjoy it properly. I forgot to mention… My hot boss was my high school sweetheart. A bit. At first I wanted to crush him with love alone. In the end, I just wanted to squish him. Now he's back and might as well have "don't touch" written on his chest. One small question: would it count if I didn't use my hands? I will answer myself. Yes, Emily, you horny cunt, it counted. Besides, my dream is practically waiting for me served on a golden platter. If I can act the way I have. I'd be a complete fool to risk it. I'm also proud of how long I managed not to act like a crazy person, and I want to keep my record. I just have to do one quickie for him. Some posters and some decorations for a big Halloween party she's throwing. Then I'll just walk away from his dreamy eyes and gorgeous body, get on a plane and forget about all the gorgeous babies we could make together. But three months is a really long time...