Jeez Louise, admitting all that stuff to Leo about having a dirty mouth. Why not start waxing poetic about tampon usage and douching while she was at it? Fucking A. Groaning, she dropped her face into her hands. He was her boss, not one of her girlfriends. There were some things you just shouldn’t speak of. At the rate she was going, it’d be a wonder that they’d keep her around, much less offer her a raise. Of course, knowing how easygoing Leo and Devlin were, they’d probably refrain from firing her and would instead stick her in the spare cubby hole of an office in the back so she wouldn’t be a threat to any innocent clients walking through the front doors. Not that she’d blame them. Knowing her, she’d probably invite the CEO of Scentual into a swearing contest followed by an energetic round of armpit farting. Scraping her fingers through her hair, she straightened and blew out a breath. Well, she couldn’t take back what she’s said.
