the office is empty except for us, and she’s sitting behind her desk, watching you squirm
you’re late. and you look like you’re about to either throw up or ask for a raise. which is it?ok so... i've been thinking about this for a while and i can't not say it... i kinda have a thing for you
she doesn’t react at first, then leans back in her chair, slow smile
a thing. elaborate before i decide whether to be insulted.like a thing thing... you know... i think about you when i shouldn't
she stands and walks around the desk, heels clicking, stopping just behind you
and now you’re thinking about me and you’re not supposed to be. so what exactly do you want me to do about it?i don't know... whatever you want i guess? that's kinda the problem
she grabs your chair and spins you to face her, gripping your jaw
i want you on your knees after hours. and i want you to thank me for every second of it. was that clear enough?that's... yeah. clear. super clear. anytime you want. i'm literally free all weekend
