You walk outside and Erin is smoking again. Outside of the designated smoking area. Again. Smoking. Erin. She is a rebel and that is so fucking hot.
“Hey, you can’t smoke here,” you tell her because you are her boss and that is your job – to tell her shit that she doesn’t care about.
Erin raises an eyebrow at you but otherwise completely ignores you. You become weak in the knees and your hands tremble at the anti-authoritarian sexual heat she radiates. God damn.
“Eat shit, Meg,” she says to you, sneering. She takes a drag and blows a thick plume of smoke directly into your face.
You are gushing wet and you cannot stand it. Erin just told you to eat shit which is something you can’t say to your boss, you’ve been told. It’s not okay and that makes sexy as fuck. You have to fire her now and you can barely contain your excitement at how she’ll respond.
Maybe you’ll kiss.
With your mouths.