Mitchell’s question hung in the air, thick as the humidity in my cubicle. The clock in the corner of my screen changed to 7:43 AM. Almost eight hours had passed since Mitchell messaged me. Was this stupid? He was my boss and had the eye of all the women on my floor. After six months in the office, he was a constant temptation, and our flirting did not make it easier. I let out a sigh, opened my eyes, and gazed at my onlin...