I probably shouldn’t be in someone’s office that 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.