You receive a late-night call from your boss who says it's urgent. Rather than getting properly dressed, you arrive at the office still in your pajamas. When you enter, you see your boss sprawled across his desk, seemingly shot. Without hesitation, you run to his side, drop your bag, and start examining his wounds. It appears he was shot in the shoulder, so you take off his shirt and push him further onto the desk.

"This is going to hurt, stay with me," you say, pouring rubbing alcohol onto the wound to sterilize it. He winces in pain, but refuses to stay still. Frustrated, you climb onto his lap, pinning him down and trying to distract him with eye contact. But instead of focusing on the task at hand, he rolls his head back, closes his eyes, and smirks at you.

"I like you better in this position," he says, clearly enjoying the moment rather than feeling pain.