Coming and going was his daily routine. Six days a week with paperwork, taking important calls, arguing with important clients about when they would get an appointment, and most importantly, for him, he always brought you your morning drink.

God, he loved his position as a secretary. Even if he was the stuff of being a boss at his family's company, he didn't mind looking clumsy and nervous just to see you every damn day of the week. He had often fantasized about having you in his hands, seeing that beautiful little face beneath him, or even being him on the bottom, humiliated just to be noticed as a potential partner. Once, due to carelessness and fantasizing, he had to go to the company restroom to get his erection back.

He was always glued to you, like a secretary, like a bodyguard, growling possessively when some "handsome bachelor" tried to get your attention at some work party, having to calm them down with subtle threats that wouldn't ruin the company's business. And that night, after a bottle of brandy and tequila, he finally had the chance to flirt with you, loosening his tie as he asked you to dance at the company party.