A sexy romantic comedy about the boss you love to hate. And shag…
Actually, is there such a thing as a hate-shag?
If he calls me Ms. St Julien one more time, I might stab him in the eye with a pen.
Also my boss:
That tour of London I was supposed to be taking him on kind of ended up in his bedroom. Oops
Which brings us to me:
In way over my head.