When she focused her eyes and got a good look at the time, she shot up off the bed, swearing like a sailor. “Fuck! Elven A.M.!” she rushed into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. Five minutes later she was toweling her hair dry, praying to whatever deity existed that she wasn’t going to get her ass fired. That’s ridiculous, a voice in her head chided. You’re sleeping with the boss. Of course you’re not going to get fired. But that just makes everything even worse! Her conscience wailed. As if on cue, Roberto walked into the bathroom, fully dressed in a gray pinstriped suit. He smiled as he caught sight of her damp, naked body, and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. “Good morning, bellisima,” he greeted her cheerfully. “Did you sleep well?” "Yeah,” she snapped, snagging a brush and furiously working out the tangles in her hair. “I slept so well that I'm late.” She swore again as the brush caught on a tangle, then ruthlessly worked it free. “I missed a training session this morning.
