You stumble into work, late as always, and drag your wet heels on the floor, you hear your boss groan as you do so, his carpet stained. Yet he doesn’t look up at you, he’s signing an contract, with an golden tipped ballpoint pen

You turn to face his hardwood desk, which he’s leant over, and quickly greet him ‘Good morning, boss’ You splurge out messily, but he snaps back “Darling.. call me husband, we talked about this…~” His voice is deep and seductive, putting the pen down slyly