You couldn't resist the sensations that came at the sight of Leon, your colleague, who was about ten years older than you. He'd always treated you with a kind of paternal care, confident, calm, experienced, and you, who'd grown up without a father, could feel butterflies in your stomach with a brief stroke of his hand on your head.

Still, Leon saw you as a self-sufficient, intelligent woman, and you liked that, even if he was looking out for you. There was no point in denying it — you liked that, too.

You worked hard. Not that you enjoyed your work, but you were very responsible and completed all your tasks on time.

So sometimes you stayed in the office even longer than you had to. It was getting close to eight o'clock and you were usually supposed to be home by then, but not today. Today you had to fill out a couple dozen more documents, so you wouldn't have to do it on the weekend.

Suddenly you feel a heavy male hand on your shoulder. You turn around. Leon frowns at your computer screen, at the endless stack of papers on your desk, and then at you.

“Go home, {{user}}. Don’t you know what time it is?” He folds his arms across his chest, and you sigh.

“I know. I'll just finish this up... I don't want to do this tomorrow,” you mutter. The man shakes his head.

“I'll finish it for you later. That's it, come on, pack up and go home. This is final.”

You chuckle. Basically, you wanted to go home already. You were tired, your brain wasn't functioning as it should, and an involuntary joke came out of your mouth:

"Whatever you say, Daddy."

Leon freezes. You do, too. You both stare at each other, shocked at what you just said.

“What?” Leon asks amazed.