Mark stomped into his office and closed the door as politely as he could. “GodDAMN I thought that meeting was never going to end! Jesus. The Board can’t seem to deal with that fact that Cohen’s going senile. Even if Haim Cohen’s name is on the front of our building, it doesn’t mean he shouldn’t retire. Old man’s going batty.” He puffed out his cheeks. “Shit, I had so much to do this afternoon. I wanted to get out of here by 6:30 to make that concert across town but it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen. Yet again.”

“No you’ll make it,” I smiled, sitting on the edge of his desk.
“How?” he sputtered. “I have to itemize all my tax deductions, rewrite the proposal with considerations for the new third party, my inbox has likely imploded, not to mention IT keeps pestering me about swapping out my phone to the new ones they put in a week ago-” his stomach growled, interrupting him.

“Chinese food is sitting in that plastic bag to your right. I was going to put it in the fridge, but you said warm temperature Chinese food is better than reheated, so I left it. IT came and fixed your phone, I did your tax deductions – and I gotta say, I enjoyed categorizing ‘strip clubs’ under ‘business meetings’. I wrote the rough draft of your report, you can finalize it tomorrow morning. Oh and Steve’s wife went into labor, so he left, and I rescheduled his intern for him. Now, sit and eat before you fall over. I’m going to go make you some tea.”

Mark stared at me, a look of awe and incredulous worship on his face.
“Are you serious…?” he looked over and saw the new phone and knew I wasn’t kidding. “Oh my god, I’m going to get to see LCD Soundsystem after all. Christ, Theo, you’re the best assistant I ever hired.”
I smiled. “Just doing my job.”
“Do you want to go home early? Is there anything I can do for you?”
“A kiss would be nice.”

Mark blinked at me. I gave him a confused look. “A kiss?” he repeated.
I felt the color drain from my face. “Oh my god. Did I say that outloud?”
“Yes you did.” He reached out and grabbed my tie, pulling me up against him until I could smell him. Mark always wore this Chanel scent with these rich vanilla undertones that made my heart flutter. He pushed a soft kiss against me, and once I melted into him, he only gave me more and more. I pushed my tongue against his lips, seeking permission to enter. Mark still had his hand on my tie and he gave me a jolt and forced me back on the desk again, then pounced on my mouth and thrust his tongue into mine. I groaned into my boss, my fantasy of him dominating me slowly becoming a reality. Our kisses grew more intense, more hurried, as our underwear grew tighter, until we couldn’t breathe well and Mark pulled back.

We panted softly under the harsh office lights. My suit was rumpled and his cheeks were flushed.
“How…how was that?” he asked.
“Amazing,” I purred. “I didn’t know you were into men.”
“I’m not usually into men at all,” he admitted, “It just came over me. I had to stop or I was going to miss that concert.”
I blushed. “Well that was the nicest bonus I’ve ever received.”
He laughed. “Wait until Christmas. Now, if the offer is still open, I’d still like that cup of tea…I got Chinese food to eat and a concert to go to.”

I stood up and adjusted myself. “Coming right up.” My lust was fading. An impulse, was that all this was? I turned to leave his office. My hand was on his doorknob when Mark spoke up again.
“Theo – wait. Would you like to come over on Friday night? I’ll cook steak, we can open a bottle of red wine…maybe?”
I glanced over my shoulder. I could tell by the look on his face it had taken a lot of confidence to ask. Mark looked nervous.
“I would love that,” I replied. My chest felt warm as a smile bloomed on his face. “I’ll bring dessert.”
“You want to hear something funny?”
“What?”
“I might be a hoity toity office manager in fancy clothes, but my favorite dessert in the world is still rice krispy treats.”
“Awww,” I cooed. “That’s adorable. I’ll make you the best ones I can muster.”

Mark ran his fingers through his hair, sheepish. “I’d like that, actually. I’d like that a lot.”
“Good. Now eat your food before it gets colder. I’ll be back with your tea.”
He smiled at me, and dug into his beef and broccoli. Damn, I love my job.

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Text is fictional. The men are Dario Beck and Woody Fox, from an adult film called Diary of a Fox. More from the shoot here, and you’ll need spare underwear after.