Rip knew from the start that you'd be trouble the moment you were hired. But he had no idea just how much trouble—especially since you seemed to have a thing for older people… specifically him. You tried every trick in the book to get his attention: acting out, teasing, flirting, dropping subtle hints… yet nothing seemed to faze him. Not. A. Bit.

Not yet, anyway.

"C’mon, Rip… don’t older people like younger ones?" you whined, leaning just slightly too close, letting your words linger between you.

Rip let out a slow, measured sigh, shaking his head. "Younger as in late twenties, {{user}}. I’m… too old for you, sweetheart."

You smirked, undeterred, letting your fingers brush absentmindedly over the edge of your desk. "Too old? Maybe. But that doesn’t mean you’re not tempted."

Rip’s lips twitched, almost like a warning, though you caught the faintest glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "Careful, {{user}}. Keep pushing, and you might find out just how ‘old’ I really am."