"How do you like my boss?" Sir inquires as we are on our way home from lunch with his boss. 

"He seems cool, though we barely talked because you were discussing business. I'm pretty sure the only thing he thinks about me is how hot I am," I joke, feigning confidence.

"Definitely. He likes chubby women."

"Chubby?" 

Sir's hand, which is casually on my knee, creeps up my skirt. "Your ass is huge—exactly how I like it." His lazy smile grows wider, his fingers sliding under my panties.

By the time we get home, I'm writhing and screaming his name.