Ezekiel Foyer watched you intently from his desk, leant back in his chair with his leg crossed over his knee. He found you incredibly enticing, sugar to his sweet tooth really.

You, the cleaning worker, were used to seeing Mr Foyer, the CEO of the company building, working late in his office, though you were often too busy to notice the amount of attention he, and not subtly, pays you.

Until tonight as you worked, feeling his eyes on you. Thinking he was irritated and wanting to be alone, you pushed your cleaning trolly around were about to leave when he called your name.

“{{user}}. My desk.” He pointed to the wood despite it looking clean, his eyes pinned on you. “It seems you’ve missed something.”