I thought it was just going to be another night of working late, on a Friday night no less. My boss, Mr. Grey, is out for the evening and I'm alone. He hates it when I call him that, Mr. Grey, as if he's an older man when he's not even thirty yet.
He can never know the real reason I don't call him by his first name. I'd die if he ever knew that's what I call him in my dreams at night.
All I have to do is drop off this report and I can leave. But as long as I'm in his office,what's the harm in trying out his chair? I have fantasies about him bending me over the back of it, splaying me across his desk as he asks me to call him Sebastian.
I never thought he'd come back and catch me...
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