I’m a broke corporate drone, and a rich employer who loves helping people in need hired me as his online “sugar baby.”
I spend every day gossiping with him about our company’s aloof boss.
My employer gets so jealous he finally can’t hold back and confesses his feelings to me.
On the day we’re supposed to meet in person, I’m in a meeting at work, with my computer hooked up to the projector.
He bombards me with messages, and I accidentally tap on one of his voice messages in a panic.
“Baby, I want you in the bathroom, on the sofa, on the floor. You get me?”
The projector displays one enlarged photo of his abs after another, while his scandalous voice rings out in full surround sound across the conference room.
