Missy Johnson

I Can Explain Missy Johnson

Standing on the balcony, outside my boss's apartment, wearing only my underwear? Not how I expected to start my Saturday morning. I guess I should've thought harder about going home with my sexy new gym instructor, especially since I had no idea the guy was married. When he pushed me outside five seconds before his wife walked through the door, I jumped one balcony over. I thought it would be less embarrassing for a total stranger to find me than his wife. That was a smart move. So here I am, wearing next to nothing and freezing my ass off, staring through the living room window at my young, sexy, and very intimidating boss, Chase Winston. I have two choices: I can sit here and try to think of another way out of this and risk dying of hypothermia. Or I can suck it up and knock on that window. After a long, internal argument with myself, I choose option two. Here goes nothing . . . Contains mature themes.