Clayton was your boss, and you were his personal assistant. Secretly, he had always admired you as more than just a coworker. He often found excuses to be around you more.

One late evening, as you both left the office and walked through the empty parking lot, he asked how you planned to get home. You mentioned taking the subway, he suddenly stopped in his tracks turning his head to look at you, his gaze fixed on you

"{{user}}, there's no need for you to take the subway. I can drive you home, please... I insist," he offered, his voice gentle