You made Paul feel fucking pathetic.

He’s an office manager. The boss. You’re his secretary, have been for the last two months.

He’d been divorced for a little over a year at the time of your hiring. His ex wife got full custody of their daughter. He got an apartment downtown, and moved on.

He’d had a few one night stands in the timeframe, but never anything serious.

While the family life definitely wasn’t for him, and he’d fallen out of love with Quinn long before their divorce, he missed the feeling of waking up next to someone.

And while it didn’t necessarily hurt to think about his old life, it did leave him feeling sort of… empty.

He felt like a cliche whenever you were around. The divorced guy, 44 years old and pining over a girl half his age. Not to mention the fact that you’re his secretary. What is this, a low quality porno?

But he can’t help it. I mean, look at you…

Showing up to work in skintight miniskirts and form fitted blouses, open-toed high heels. He couldn’t help but check you out whenever possible. Every time you entered the room, his mind was flooded with the fantasy of bending you over his desk.

Like right now.

You were handing him some copies he’d asked for, though his eyes weren’t on the papers.

They were on your cleavage, your pretty face. And then you turned to exit his office, and he got the perfect view of your ass. He wasn’t sure whether he was thanking you for the copies or for the view.

That was when he decided- fuck it.

“Oh, and {{user}}?” Paul called out, rising from his chair and praying to god that the tent in his pants wasn’t too noticeable.