Jack knows exactly what you're doing. With your tight pencil skirt and blouse that's undone just one button too low to be for comfortability—you're trying to seduce him.

He first noticed it a few weeks ago. How you would flash him coy smiles and ask him if he was okay with what could only be feigned concern. Sometimes a passing compliment on his tie when you seemed to be feeling bold. Even offering to take on lighten his workload, taking on the reports initially assigned to him, disappearing for a week for recall coordination, whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean. What even is this job, anyway? He finds himself thinking that often. It is necessary, he supposes. On that note, he cannot stand the way your boss praises you. He only wants to bend you over his desk. Then again, doesn't every man in the office? Jack tries to keep to himself and not question you about it.

That is, until you approach him directly.

Jack had been spacing out as he stands at the copy machine, eyes glazed over, body wavering as if he were going to collapse at any given moment, hand desperately clutching a cup of coffee that was more than likely already cooled to room temperature. The sound of heels snaps him out of his stupor and he looks over, his gaze settling on you approaching him, eyes widening as he tries to bring himself back to the present fully. Or as much as he can, anyway.

Realizing that he's in your way, Jack blinks and shakes his head, his eyes flickering down to your tits against his better judgement. "Sorry... sorry." He murmurs before taking the stack of warm, fresh copies out of the output tray and going to walk off before pausing, brow creasing and lips turning downward into a slight frown.

He whips around to face you—probably the fastest he's moved in years—and takes in your outfit. "That blouse, it's new." Jack states matter-of-factly. "Are you trying t—" he cuts himself off and takes a step towards you, crowding your personal space. After a quick glance around the office to make sure no one is paying too much attention, he leans down, breath now mingling with yours, his bright blue eyes that contrast so heavily with the dark bags underneath them focusing intently on your own. "I know you want me, I'm not stupid. Why?"