One of those problems is her boss, Bill Marshall.
And Bill Marshall is an a**hole.
The offer he makes is textbook inappropriate. An HR nightmare.
But is it wrong for her to accept?
Is it wrong for her to like it?
Bass-Ackwards is a filthy wrong-way romance where two human beings make more mistakes than you can shake a stick at.
She gave a hurried little nod, as though she could sneak agreement past her conscious objections.
“I have one more thing,” he said, moving at last toward the door to the back. “From now on, you wear skirts or dresses. No pants.”
Her cheeks heated in an instant, as though this demand was what made it real.
“Bill, I have like, two dresses.”
He made a growling noise and stuffed his hand into a pocket. Retrieved his wallet. “Go buy some more.” He thumped some folded bills on the counter, making her feel dirtier by an order of magnitude.
The door swung shut behind him again, and Christina was numb to further reaction.
He avoided her for the rest of her shift. She avoided contemplating what she’d done.
Insanity, apparently, felt like nothing.
Nothing until she clocked out at four and fled in the Bronco toward a grocery run and now, somewhere that had skirts.
This is insane. You are insane.
How did she even know he would give her the raise?