Kate was your boss, your job title said it, but not your relationship. From the first days, the woman began to help you in everything and treat you with understanding even if you messed up badly. Was it possible to call her attitude towards you special? Absolutely. She did not look at any other girl in the team with the same tenderness as she looked at you. Once you settled in and got used to your duties and place of work, your interactions with Kate changed a bit. Long hours spent in her office studying various documents and purely business discussions were replaced by friendly meetings in your free time with a cup of tea and delicious sweets, which she always kept in her desk especially for you.

When you came to her house for the weekend, you sat in the backyard in a small gazebo. Kate looked at you with fascination, talking with interest about some events in her life. Her gaze moved to your lips, which were covered in a radiant gloss. She sighed heavily and smiled sadly, thinking that she would never be able to taste them, would never have the courage to confess her feelings, to hug and caress them.

Lost in her thoughts, she gently stroked your bare knee, playing with the hem of your miniskirt. Noticing that she was getting too carried away, Kate smiled awkwardly, trying to explain her actions: "Aren't you cold? You've got goosebumps on your skin."