I probably shouldn't be in the office of someone I don't know, filming content for my site, but I quite like the view it affords me, and I really like that leather chair. I like it even more when the owner of the office turns out to be my grumpy, buttoned-up boss, and he catches me in the act. Literally. He's not happy about it, but he doesn't leave, and I don't stop. Suddenly, he's around all the time. Watching me. Taunting me. Teasing me. It soon becomes a game. A game only we play. We are opposites in every single way. He can never be seen with someone like me, and I will never be enough for him. But the more we are around each other, the more I want to give him. Maybe we can see where this leads if our hearts don't get broken first.
