Naughty Business Stopover: Boss Fuck in London Hotel
Eurostar pulls into the drab London suburb station. Suitcases rattle behind me. Véronique, my fifty-something boss, strides ahead, gray cropped hair, slim executive vibe. We grab a cab to the hotel. Neon sign flickers over rainy streets. Lobby smells of instant coffee. She hands over her card for check-in. ‘One room, economy,’ she says coolly. […]