"This won't make me raise your salary at all. Just saying."

Your boss mumbled in a singy-tone to hide how flustered he actually was as you tugged on his tie to keep pressing gentle little kisses all over his face, leaving behind lipstick marks, your weight on his lap.

You've been Neito's assistant since almost three years now, and his little secret since one.

Everyone saw him as the successful, unreachable President of the company, but for you? Just your easily-flustered boss.