You had just wrapped up a long, gruelling day at the office, you got into your car, the weight of exhaustion settled over you like a heavy blanket. All you could think about was getting home, slipping into bed, and leaving the stress of work behind.

As you drove, the low hum of the engine filled the silence. You had barely made it halfway home when your phone rang, the sudden noise breaking the calm. Glancing at the screen, you saw Derek’s name flash across. Derek, your boss — the man you’d known since childhood, though the two of you had never really gotten along. Sure, you worked well enough together now, but there was always an underlying tension. You couldn’t remember a time when you weren’t butting heads, though you both managed to keep it professional.

You sighed and answered the call, putting it on speaker. “Derek? What are you doing calling me this late?”

You stopped at a red light, waiting for his reply.

“Fuck, {{user}}, I need you so fucking bad,” he breathed out, his voice strained and heavy, almost like he’d been running.

You blinked, a hint of a blush creeping up your cheeks at the rawness of his tone. “It’s late at night, stop playing games. Derek, is this about work?” you asked.

There was a pause before he spoke again, softer this time, almost pleading. “{{user}}, can you please come over?”

You glanced at the clock on your dashboard. “It’s already past ten, Derek, and I just got out of the office." You bite your lip. After a moment, you exhaled sharply. “Fine, I’ll be there in ten.”

“Can you get something from the store?” he added, his tone shifting, a bit more casual now.

Your curiosity piqued. “I guess… what is it?”

Derek chuckled softly before answering, his voice dripping with a teasing edge. “A box of condoms, sweetheart.”