When I was an intern I dated my boss. I would humbly suggest not doing this. All ethical implications aside about power dynamics and consent, shit simply gets messy.
Especially considering that, at the end of the day, he was still my boss. That didn’t magically go away just because his dick had been inside of me.
So he once gave me an assignment I worked all fucking weekend on. I wasn’t allowed to bill by the hour but if I was it would have cost our client a small fortune they wouldn’t have even blinked an eye at because they have more money than God.
*BTW, I’m about to be VERY vague on what happens next for obvious legal reasons. Stay with me through this non-specific retelling and I apologize for the obvious gaps.*
Anyway, come Monday morning I was sitting on his desk. I had barely seen him all weekend because of this project but I had spent the night with him and we had fucked in his shower less than an hour ago. We had also gotten breakfast and walked in together.
My point is: He had plenty of chances to talk to me.