Sleeping With the Enemy?

So shocked that she couldn’t speak, Mindy stared at her boss. Finally, she found her voice again. “Your what?”

“My mistress. Or is that word too old school for you?”

“I’m not exactly sure what you mean,” Mindy said slowly as she did her best not to get up and smack Bernard Morton across his smug face with the stapler that was on her desk.

“You know exactly what I mean, Mindy. I’d take care of you and you’d take care of me.”

This man was unbelievable. “Could you spell it out for me a little more clearly? When you say that you’ll take care of me does that mean—what? You’ll pay the rent on a nice little penthouse somewhere in town, get me a good car, pay off my student loans—“ Mindy stopped herself since the scenario she was painting was starting to sound pretty good.

“Well, sure, I could do those things for you but I’m not sure about the penthouse. Maybe a townhouse or a studio apartment.”

“Come on, Bernard, if I’m going to be your mistress surely you can do better than a studio apartment!”

Bernard brightened. “Does that mean yes?”

“No!” Mindy quickly said. Of course she couldn’t be Bernard Morton’s mistress, although the thought of having her student loans finally paid off was tempting indeed. “I’m not that kind of a person. I could never be supported by you in exchange for sex.”

Bernard looked puzzled. “Why on earth not?”

“Because it’s wrong.”

“Says who?”

“Says me, that’s who! Bernard, I don’t understand you. We’ve gone out on a business date and we work together. Why would you want me to suddenly be your mistress?” A dark thought hit her. “You don’t have a terminal disease, do you? You aren’t really looking for some kind of a nurse or a caretaker, are you?”

“Look at me, Mindy,” Bernard ordered. “I’m 46-years old and in my prime. Do I look like I need a nurse or a caretaker?”

He didn’t. He was actually one of the best looking men Mindy had ever met. Still, that didn’t mean she wanted to be his mistress. “I have a boyfriend,” she said.

“Dump him.”

Mindy continued to stare at her boss. Dump Tyler? For Bernard???? Well...