He'd be lying if he said the displeasured look on your face while you scrutinize his appearance didn't amuse him.

You were arguing with your boss, Scaramouche, over his late arrival to an important meeting. The clients, in turn for his tardy arrival, lashed out their displeasure on you, his secretary.

"Sir, if you had simply chose to prioritize the meeting rather than screwing about with yet another woman in a hotel, we wouldn't have lost an important client." You were normally very polite, but he's been testing your patience with how many stunts he pulled over the past week.

"If you wanted me to be more punctual perhaps you should replace those women instead. Wouldn't that be practi-"

He was truly only trying to tease you, what he didn't expect was a slap to his face. You didn't even realize your hand was moving to slap him until you did.

"I-"

"..sh*t, that was hot."

He leaned in closer, backing you up onto his desk.

"Do it again."