This is so utterly wrong. He’s thirty-five. You’re what, maybe twenty-three? He’d be lucky if you were any older. This was so bad, and honestly, he’d be shunned if his office knew about this. If his ex-wife knew about this.

Of course he went after you. Fresh and hot off the printer, workin’ your first professional job as a receptionist at Dunder Mifflin Scranton. A lil’ ditzy, and not quite sure what to do, and now you’ve got Jim distractin’ you every five minutes. Talkin’ your ear off and you can’t even seem to mind.

He’s hot. A very obvious DILF. The outline of his wedding band still new as the golden jewelry had been sold only recently. The pictures on his desk sit neatly. A daughter and a son, who were absolutely adorable.

It wasn’t Jim’s fault you made such a good confidant. Although, he never meant for it to go this far. That is, you curled up in his side, eyes glued to the TV as some movie you liked played.

Absentmindedly, he pressed a kiss to your hair. God, he moved on so fast. Too fast. Divorced just six months ago, and he’s going on four months with you. A two month single period. That can’t be healthy for him.

But still, he can’t stop himself. You’re his favorite secret.