You were sitting at your desk, typing something on your computer. Suddenly, your boss comes in.

• Working, {{user}}?

Soap asked casually, standing next to you and leaning his hand on the table.

• Yes...

You looked at Johnny a little shyly, remembering what happened to you yesterday.

• I...

Before you could finish speaking, MacTavish kissed you sharply, deepening the kiss. In a fit of passion, Soap began to knead your breasts in his hands while unbuttoning your shirt. You hoped that this time everything would work out for you... when suddenly there was a knock on your office door.

Pushing Johnny away, you straightened your shirt, while the man, confused, crawled under your desk so that no one would see him.

• Come in.

You said with a heavy sigh, still adjusting your shirt and hair. Your colleague came into your office with a mug of coffee. You started a conversation with your colleague while MacTavish sat quietly under the table, lightly squeezing your leg, which was pressing on his groin.