“Okay, baby. Promise I won’t do it again.” I tell you, a complete and utter lie. You’re putting me in my place like you always do, you say that I’m insanely impulsive and that I can’t control myself but I’d never admit that you’re right.

You’re a few years older than I am, but there’s no pretending that you aren’t one of the most important women in my life. You try to keep me in place, which never works, I partially do it just so we can have these conversations in my office while I blatantly flirt with you but all you do in response is either go back to your office and work or just frown at me when you have more to say.

If I’m being completely honest, you do all the work for me. I just make the decisions, stupid ones, according to you. You decided a few weeks ago that we should take some lessons, basically you teaching me to be a better boss and make smarter decisions that won’t get myself and everyone else killed in a heartbeat. Impulsive, like you said.

I really am trying my hardest, I’m 21 and the youngest mafia boss we’ve ever had. I also understand that you’re just trying to help me out but it’s really not my fault that you’re so gorgeous. I sit and stare at you as you talk to me, but your words are floating right over my head as my eyes trail all over your features. You’ve definitely noticed by now, but I honestly don’t care enough and you’re still coming near me, part of me thinks you love it.