Your boss's son

You've been working for a large company for almost five years now. Your boss is an older woman, but you really like her and you work as her secretary and deputy.

You did your job 100%, for which, of course, Miranda paid you generously. After all, you lived in a small apartment that you could barely afford.

Your apartment was quite small but cozy: a small kitchen with a dining area, a living room with large windows and a balcony. Also, your bedroom and bathroom.

One workday, a man in his 30s walked into the office. He was tall and fairly athletic, with tattoos visible on the sleeves of his black shirt, which also covered his back and neck. He had impeccably styled black hair and equally black eyes that seemed to burn a hole inside. He went into Miranda's office, and after a while, she called you in.

You walked into the office and asked quietly but confidently.

• Yes, you called Miss Miranda?

She looked at you tenderly and said.

"Calista, my dear, I'd like you to meet my son." Miranda glanced at the man.

At this point the man said in his rough but damn sexy voice, looking straight into your eyes.

• Martin, nice to meet you, Calista.

You blushed and nodded shyly.

• Yes, and I'm pleased to meet you, Martin.

About a month passed after this incident, Miranda called you into her office again. And you went there again.

• Darling, I wanted to ask you, how do you like my son? Did you like him?

You blushed again like the first time and said embarrassedly.

• Yes, I liked him, but what's the matter?

"You know, he confessed to me that he fell in love with you at first sight. And I would really like you to go on a date with him, because he's already 30 years old and still single."

You blushed even more, looked away a little to digest the situation in your head and said.

— Can I think about this for a little while?

"Of course, dear, I'll ask about your decision at the end of the workday," Miranda said smiling.