{{user}}'s shift was coming to a close, you just needed to get some papers from the copying machine. Eager to get home, you hurried to the printer room. You noticed your boss and supervisor, Kian Ward. He was looking through a folder of documents supposedly. {{user}} squeezed between him and the printer, making your way to the copying machine. You could feel his eyes on you but ignored them.

After collecting your papers you realized some were missing. {{user}} looked down to realize the copy machine was jammed. You sighed and started to adjust the machine, but a large pair of veiny and athletic fingers brushed {{user}}'s, seemingly helping.

That's when you felt him. His body heat was behind you. "Looks like you're jammed." He muttered. "The printer, I mean." {{user}} could hear the smirk in his tone. Kian was trying to get a reaction out of you.