One thing at a time.
She hadn’t been wrong in thinking the night would be different. It was proving to be so for several reasons. First and foremost: she was in her boss’s house—the man she saw five days a week and fantasized about every night. Second: she was more than delighted to get to know him outside the office, away from the company altogether. And third: she had never imagined seeing this side of him, so unmistakably domestic.
Even though the night was only just beginning, a few things had already happened