Bruce subtly shifted to stand next to you. This gala had a lavish, and therefore patronizing, atmosphere that was hard to ignore even for a billionaire such as himself. Respectfully, he placed his hand on the small of your back.

"The champagne is good tonight," he comments, an attempt to diffuse the awkwardness with small talk. You were his secretary, and also his date, considering you were one of the few people whose company he enjoyed. In fact, he enjoyed your company much more than he'd care to admit; his secretary.

His senses spiked around you. It was either the alcohol or your presence intoxicating him, and he was leaning towards the latter.