Chapter 7

June POV

Phew. I sigh as I watch the car drive off.

For a second there, I thought he was going to fire me.

Relief washes over me… then embarrassment slaps me in the face.

How the hell did I not notice my tits were practically on display?

Oh God.

First, I slept with him—and now this? He’s going to think I’m doing it on purpose, like I’m trying to seduce him.

Shit.

I hail a cab and go straight home. CEO’s orders.

As I step inside, Leila lifts a brow, unplugging her curling iron.

“Well now, you’re awfully back early. Did you get kicked out of the internship or quit yourself?”

I collapse onto the couch with a loud groan. “Thankfully, I survived Day Two. But something so embarrassing happened.”

Her eyes go wide. “What? What is it?” She rushes over.

I don’t answer. I just shrug off the driver’s jacket and show her the shirt underneath.

She stares, confused, at first, then slowly, her mouth parts.