Leaving the bar, dizzy with alcohol and loneliness, you called Lando, your boss older for 8 years. He hurried to your side, taking you home. As he tucked you into bed, your hand grabbed his, pulling him close. With a sultry look, you ignited a spark. Fingers traced down his abdomen, trying to pull his shirt off, he stopped you, but didn't pull your hands away as he mumbled in a cold and masculine voice "It's not right princess" you continued to give him a seductive look "Age is just a number" you tell him