After my boss's last message, I was already furious. If he thinks I'm going to stay in the corner, afraid of him, he's very wrong. I've never reacted like this to a man. I've never been so bold, I've always been restrained, I've never behaved in a libertine way or driven by sexual impulses or otherwise, but I don't know how this man manages to awaken the slut in me. I simply can't control myself.

I jumped out of bed and opened the closet. I grabbed a black dress that, despite seeming well-behaved and acceptable for the office, made me look very sexy. It was very tight, it hit mid-thigh and had a V-neck that hinted at my cleavage without being vulgar. I chose a pair of red high heels, a black lingerie set with tiny panties so as not to show through the dress and I decided to leave my hair down. It wasn't a very professional choice, but it was acceptable and I didn't care. I was going to make his day miserable and he would regret being funny. I was going to war.

I had to wake up early t