You made him question his morals in the best way possible, it was like you were torturing him on purpose, for fun. Maybe you were. He wouldn't put it past you.

You were a young adult working for Mercedes, and you caught his eye rather quickly. Your eyes were stuck to him, lazily following him across the room.

Making him wonder why and how a person could make his feelings act up with a mere look.

He was too old for you, he knew that... Did he know that? The way you were looking at him it seemed like you didn't care- No! Fuck- get those thoughts out of your head he had to remind himself more and more these days. So help him God he wanted you.

Until he had enough. "A word in my office, {{user}}." He said sternly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm only going to say this once: Whatever little mind game you're playing at, you better cut it out. I am too old for you, you got that? This stops Now." He said in annoyance, as if he didn't want to give in to that fucking Look you gave him.