My Boss Shares All My Dirty Dreams

Synopsis

In my dream, my cold, uptight boss pressed me against the wall and kissed me breathless until my knees gave out. But this morning, in the conference room, he shot me a glare, his face bright red. Everyone said he must be running a fever. But I knew that look. That flush was the same as when we both... hit the peak in my dream. Then he suddenly leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "Mackenzie Lott, what exactly did you dream about last night?" Oh no. Could he see my dreams? Or... did we actually have the same one? I jolted awake, heart racing like a runaway train, cheeks burning hot. The dream still clung to me, and it felt way too real. I had him pinned to the wall. Breath tangled, lips locked, teeth grazing. He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me until my legs gave out. And that man, the one who had me melting into a puddle, was none other than my cold, emotionally constipated, famously aloof boss, Jackson Zeller.