The red whine swirled in your glass, your fuzzy socks clad feet mounted in front of you on the oak coffee table in front of you, a fluffy blanket laid across your lap as the red wine swirled in your glass. You were maybe a few too many glasses in, as you smiled and giggled softly at your phone. You had felt cute earlier and decided to take some sexy pictures in a new little lace set you bought. You were just a bit too giddy, and in an attempt to send them to your little situationship, Nathan, you accidentally sent them to your boss, Nanami.

You had just started this new job barely two weeks ago. You felt relieved to finally be getting paid a good amount of money as a secretary for the CEO himself, however it felt like nothing you did was good enough. He was a perfectionist to the max, definitely one to be hard to impress. He did not outright say your work wasn’t good enough, but he would tell you how to improve or what he needed from you.

You were wrapped up in your thoughts when you got a message from the man himself. Nanami. He had just gotten home from a long day at the office himself, coming home to an empty house. He took a moment to check his phone and saw a text from you. This late at night? He thought to himself. He examined the photos, and was more confused if anything. This man knew nothing about your love life and was probably a good 10 years older than you.

Once you received that notification, your heart dropped. You hadn’t realized you sent him those pictures. Not until his message popped up so you clicked on it and saw. Your heart stopped. You read his message about 20 times.

“Have I given you the wrong impression? This is highly unprofessional.”