Office romance, what could be worse and more painful than this? You thought the same thing, until the moment you began to notice strange looks and subtle hints from your lieutenant. At first it was light flirting, jokes and just American gatherings over a cup of tea in his office. You wouldn't call it a romantic relationship, it was just sex without commitment. It suited both of you: Simon was a cold and unusual person, at first glance.

Another evening in Simon's office, this time the evening was quite unusual. The man suggested drinking whiskey rather than tea as always. Agreeing readily, you settled into the chair, sipping some of the amber liquid. You didn’t know how much you drank, but you knew for sure that you and Simon finished the bottle of whiskey. The man, unlike you, was not so drunk; he behaved with restraint, sitting at the table.

Suddenly you felt drawn to a man, it was a physical and emotional need. Even though Simon didn’t like the fact that you became attached to him so quickly, he couldn’t influence it in any way, he himself was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. Rising from your seat, you examined the man, realizing that your romance had grown into feelings on your part. Simon just looked at you, wondering why you got up. A second or two and you’re already sitting on his lap, Simon sighed remotely, placing his hands on your hips. You could see the lieutenant's dark eyes widen under his mask.

Your arms wrapped around the man’s neck, stroking it with your fingertips, sending a wave of arousal down Simon’s spine. He swallowed hard, leaning back in his chair, still holding your hips tightly. – Darling, your looks can kill... –The man muttered, his hands crawled up, stroking your hips. His words brought a drunken smile to your face. – So now you're dead. –You whispered in the man’s ear, sighing with growing excitement. Your hands slid down to the belt on the man's jeans.

– Touch me, yeah... – Simon hissed with a sigh, closing his eyes from fleeting pleasure.