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years I've been so busy with my career that I've haven't had a long-term relationship since college. I also have never had sex—or anything else—with any of my secretaries, or anyone who works for me. Until now." His face is steely, daring me to challenge that truth.
    I feel myself turning red in the face, mortified that I made an assumption. However, I've never met a man who looks like him that wouldn't live up to that assumption. I feel foolish. I don't say anything.
    "I'm pretty sure I know who warned you about me. She's been trying to get me to sleep with her for years."
    I nearly choke, "Really?"
    "She hit on me after you left the party."
    I realize I've outed Jennifer. "I didn't want to get her in trouble."
    "She's not in trouble." He laughs, "because I already knew, and I'm never going to sleep with her."
    The waiter arrives with our food. "That was fast, though I suppose the portion size makes it easy to prepare." I say, looking down at my salad-in-a-cup. The waiter glares at me as he walks away, and Charles starts laughing so loudly people in the restaurant turn and stare. Then I start laughing too.
    It bubbles up from inside me like cool relief, and our laughter is so not dignified enough for this place.
    "Alyssa," he says, getting a hold on his voice. "I don't want you to resign. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that party. I gave you professionalism because that's what you asked for, but I've never been so happy to not be professional. This isn't your fault at all. We were both there, we both decided. We could have stopped, but we didn't, and we did that together." He reaches across the table and takes my hand. The warmth of his fingers seeps into mine as he traces designs across them.
    "I didn't bring you here to buy you off. I brought you here because in the week I've known you I've seen that you're sweet, hardworking, and beautiful. I don't know you very well, and I want to. I want you to keep your job, and I want to keep seeing you."
    My heart is pounding in my chest. Wow. Words. You should respond with some sort of words. Speak. All I can do is smile.
    "Oh," He says, giving me a grin inspired by the devil, "and there will be more sex in my office. That I can guarantee."
    "Well," I say. "I can live with that."
    "Good."
    I look down at my salad again, "But if you really want to get to know me, for the love of god take me somewhere where I can get a burger and fries."
    He laughs again, deep and full, the richness of his voice pulling at parts of me that are waking up again. He throws his hand up in the air and flags down the waiter. "Check please."

Chapter  8.
Charles
    T he diner is crowded and loud, and Alyssa is way more comfortable. I can tell from the way her body is relaxed, and the fact that she's smiling ear to ear while downing a milkshake. If I can see that smile every day, I'll be a happy man.
    All those things she said, there has to be more to them. But now isn't the time of place to ask. She might not even know how strange it is to take that kind of burden on herself. It's not like she seduced me against my will. It's definitely something we'll have to talk about later. Preferably naked.
    But now is first date time, so first date questions. "Why New York?" I ask.
    "What do you mean?" She's distracted, chasing a chunk of Oreo at the bottom of her glass.
    "I signed off on your resume, remember? You had a great job in L.A., and I'm pretty sure you were making more than you're making now. Why did you leave?"
    She sighs, pushing away the glass. "I didn't leave, I was let go."
    I freeze my face so my shock doesn't show. "I find that difficult to believe."
    "I had a boss that was...difficult."
    "In what way?" I steal a French fry from the left-overs on her plate.
    "She's not a bad person, and she is really good at her job. She just views things a bit differently than I do."
    I cover her hand with mine, making her look up at me. She'd been avoiding it. "I promise you can tell