Never did I imagine I’d be waking up from a self-inflicted concussion with my dad’s best friend between my legs. I mean, I kind of set things in motion when I agreed to work under the man who I’d crushed over since High School. I’m 27 now, but it turns out, he still refuses to treat me like an adult. So I have something to prove. For the next few months, I’m his personal assistant. And other than accidentally kneeing him in the balls the first day on the job & getting caught in the office attending to his nether regions, I’d say I kept it professional. But after an unexpected event which caused me to move into his mansion with his daughter temporarily, the boundaries began to blur. As I began to see his softer side, my crush has evolved into something more intense. Between the tangled emotions, and my clumsiness, I lay under a widower who may not be ready for love. Now, I may be waking up from a concussion, but am I wrong to think there could be something there? Or is this all just temporary.