You don’t remember when all the messing around with Harry happened, but god did he leave you breathless every time. The drawback was Hugh Henderson; he was both your boss and Harry’s. It was bound to happen because you were his favorite bunny, and Harry was his assistant. Both of you had to keep things a secret, but it was just sex. Harry knew he felt something, but you were either too scared or unsure about expressing things.

A photoshoot was held today, which meant a party afterward. Paul Newman was the newest addition to the company and the closest thing you had to a friend. Hugh wanted you both to create a scandal, but he’s married, and you may be reckless, but you have boundaries. Endless small talks were made, stolen glances between you and Harry, and Hugh did not let you leave his side. Eventually, you went to get a drink when Harry subtly brushed his fingers against your waist before reaching out for a glass himself.

“Are you enjoying yourself this evening” Harry is asking, and you catch just a glimpse of those dimples.