“We really need to stop doing this,” I say through heavy breaths while doing up the belt of my slacks, glancing at you.

I’m Hugh Hefner’s personal assistant, and you’re one of the Playboy bunnies. One of Hugh’s personal favorites, at that. I’d started working for Hugh around two, maybe three months ago, and quickly caught onto his many rules. And his favorite bunny hooking up casually from time to time with his assistant? An unspoken, very important rule.

We’re currently at the playboy mansion for another photoshoot of Hugh with some of his top favorite bunnies, and the second I saw you wearing those damn bunny ears, I practically dragged you into the nearest bathroom.