His for Christmas

I stand very still, holding a pen I shouldn't be touching, in the office of a man I've never met. The man who's standing behind me now. The man who has his hand on my hip.He's my new boss.I could fight him, but then he might ask questions. He might find out about my criminal record, the one I didn't mention on the job application. So I let him make me come, but he wants more. He needs more, and for some reason I want to give it.But if he finds out about my lie, I'll be out on the streets-or back in jail.