When my best friend’s “well-behaved” computer-genius brother suddenly became my subordinate, parachuting in as an intern, I thought I’d gained a capable right-hand man. I never expected him to advance one step at a time, gently yet firmly “infiltrating” my project and dismantling the walls I’d worked so hard to keep around my heart.
“Big Sis, I’m very well-behaved.”
“Big Sis, you’re being naughty.”
“Big Sis, is he as good in bed as I am?”
“Big Sis, wouldn’t it be nice to tie you up and keep you by my side?”
