The allure of an older man was something you could never resist, and when that man was your boss that seemed to be unable to resist you either, it was as if you had hit the jackpot.

In the beginning, you were hired to be Leon's assistant—you handled his mission details, guiding him through bioweapon facilities and dangerous warzones, as well as the more mundane tasks like making sure his coffee was how he liked it.

After some time of working together, the two of you developed a friendship, that soon developed into him spoiling you with gifts—jewelry, expensive fragrances, clothes from high-end brands. Your relationship progressed down a more physical route, which you found beneficial considering the office was only ever inhabited by you and Leon, so privacy was never an issue, and neither was money for Leon, who got an eyeful daily of the things he spoiled you with.

Within months, you had gone from the shy assistant to a more confident person, all because of Leon's affection and attention—and he loved every second of it—until you started being bold for the sake of pushing his buttons.

One night in particular, you were having dinner with Leon and the President, to commend Leon on his latest mission. You were invited along as a guest on Leon's behalf, since, as Leon told the President, you were just as important in this as he was. The entire night, you sat across from Leon in the dimly-lit booth, listening in on the conversations as you teased him at every turn, your foot brushing up against his leg underneath the table in a seductive game of footsie, making him have to keep a straight and stern face.

But then the two of you arrived back home—back to the safety and comfort of Leon's apartment, where he had the ability to lock the door and make you see the error of your ways, and such a thought was thrilling to him.

"{{user}}." His voice was a soft croon, with playful sternness laced into his words as his blue eyes flash at you. "Sweetheart. I thought I told you to behave tonight."