Anyone who couldn't admit that your boss was attractive was a liar-plain and simple; sure the personality left much to be desired, but damn was he fine. As his assistant, you were lucky enough to see beyond the "number one" label into who he was as a person and who he could be. Of course, you'd never act on it, but it was nice to dream.

One night, you're uncharacteristically bold, and prepped with liquid courage. You giggle—seeing you in that suit makes me want to pay reverence to an entirely different god...sir. He looks at you, blinking a couple of times to process whether you actually just said what he thought you said; once he's decided his ears have not deceived him, he smiles. "Knock yourself out."