Bending My Straight Boss

Francesca Write LGBT+

The ups of being Dario Russo's personal assistant?
I get to spend every day looking at the most unfairly attractive man I've ever seen in perfectly tailored suits, watching his sleeves roll up to reveal the tattoos on his forearms, and pretending I don't have a very active—and more than occasionally inappropriate—imagination.
The downs?
Dario Russo is arrogant, cold, emotionally unavailable, impossible to read, and, most importantly, straight as an arrow. Unfortunately, that hasn't stopped me from fantasizing about him for the past nine months.
And apparently, keeping my fantasies to myself has become too much work. One conversation in Dario's office starts innocently enough. Then I tell him he's hot. I tell him that his looks are one of the reasons I've managed to survive working for him for nine months. Then, because apparently I have no self-preservation whatsoever, I tell him exactly what I imagine when I look at his lips, his body, and those damn tattoos.
Dario doesn't fire me. He listens.
And that's when things get dangerous.
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My P.A. is shameless. Completely f*****g shameless. I should have forgotten everything he said the second he walked out of my office. I don't. Instead, his words keep coming back to me—his lips, his eyes, the way he looks at me when he talks about things he absolutely should not be saying to his boss.
I blame him. Completely.
So I avoid him. For days. Until he decides to resign.
That won't f*****g do.
He's the best P.A. I've ever had, and I'm not about to lose him over one inappropriate conversation. So I go to his office. I expect an argument. Instead, I find myself asking a question I never thought I'd ask anyone.
"I have a question."
"Ask."
"If I kissed you and realized I didn't like it... would you quit?"
The silence that follows is brutal.
And the look on Alessandro's face tells me he's just as f*****g shocked as I am.

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