She's a sharp-tongued, unpleasant female boss at work, but when we went out drinking together, I discovered she was surprisingly friendly and easygoing when slightly drunk—her vulnerable side was strangely adorable. I couldn't resist the contrast. We missed the last train, and she suggested, "Your place isn't far, right? Let's hang out and drink until the first train." I had no ulterior motives, but when she changed into a dress shirt I lent her—one that completely hid her figure—I was stunned by the body revealed beneath. I forgot all about the morning train, pounding her over and over again.