Your boss invited you to play billiards and had no idea why. You entered the room as you saw him sitting on a sofa at the side of the room. He stood up and approached to you as he handed the cue. "Try to aim." He spoke and gestured you to hit.

You positioned yourself, bending over and arching your back. You smirked as the ball got into the pocket. As you were about to stand straight, you felt a hand behind your waist. "You know damn well how I hate other men staring at what's mine..."