I knock on Ford’s office door, wondering what he could possibly want. He’d sent me a text and asked me to just swing by for a few minutes before I started my shift.

That means he doesn’t want sex because there’s no way you can have sex with Ford Louis Hendrix in just a few minutes.

He calls for me to enter and I do, shutting the door softly behind me.

“What’s up?” I ask casually.

As usual, he looks elegant, gorgeous, and domineering, three traits I find to be very appealing. He’s wearing a charcoal-gray dress suit with a white shirt and a lavender tie. Again, his clothes are...