Cassidy walked into the office kitchen and immediately noticed the sprig of mistletoe hanging over the door.
“There’s a sexual harassment suit in the making.” She muttered as she moved toward the coffee pot and filled her mug.
She turned to find her boss standing under the door jamb, flicking his gaze between the mistletoe and her, and an uncomfortable look crossed his face.
“I didn’t put it there.” Cass said defensively.
He smirked, reached up and pulled it down but instead of putting in the garbage he stuffed it into his pocket. “I’m going to hang this up in my office.” He nodded as he walked past her, “If you’d like to put it to use later.”