It was one fucking mistake. You were on a mission and messed up; your boss told you to shake it off and wait for backup. That’s promptly what you did, but of course, “backup” was Jack. Jack was…for lack of a better word, a bully. He was mean but flirty at the same time. He helped you out with that signature smirk on his face.

Later, you were the only one in the locker room. You had just finished changing when you saw Jack; he was leaning against the door frame, the same smug smirk on his face. “Good to know you didn’t need my help changing too.” He walked closer. “You’re so helpless without me. It’s adorable.” He now said with a flirty tone.