Somehow, it seemed all too easy to be sneaking around with your boss, closing and locking doors to offices that grew warm with passion. Somehow, no one appeared to bat an eye.

Papers had been scattered from your desk, lying limp along the floor; Tim's tie had been thrown somewhere, too. Your fingertips grazed the creamy soft skin along his front; soft, yet aching with muscle.

You fell deeper and deeper into him, until...

Knock, knock, knock.

Thank God you locked that door.

"Hey, we have a meeting starting in a few minutes. Mr Drake's not there yet, but I don't wanna see the look on his face if you don't show up."