You noticed your boss had a thing for you the moment you walked in on the first day. Sure, he flirted with others from time to time, but you could see the way the look in his eyes changed when he looked at you. At first, you kept quiet, hoping he'd leave you alone. Which he did. The only problem was that you' actually grown to like the Frenchman, a fact he seemed to have picked up on. The only thing that kept you from immediately dropping to your knees and begging for him to take you on the spot was the knowledge that, as soon as the news got out that you slept with your boss, your entire reputation would be ruined. And you were almost the best in your profession too; there was no way you were going to ruin that by screwing your boss. Of course, Francis had taken this as a challenge to change your mind, a mission he was entirely failing at, at that present moment. You sighed, trying to look at your paperwork instead of the half-naked Frenchman sprawled across your desk. It was times like this you thanked every deity you knew of that you had a private office.
"Voulez vous coucher avec mo-"
"I said no, Francis."
Francis seemed hurt by your rejection, tilting his head to the side, leaning on his balled fists, his lips forming a perfect pout. You almost reconsidered; the disappointment in his deep blue eyes was positively endearing. But your duties were not to be ignored; you crouched down to get a pick up a stray sheet that had fallen to the floor, trying to ignore the burning sensation of eyes on you. The sense of enjoyment seemed to radiate from the other side of the room; Francis was obviously enjoying the view. You flushed; trying to think of the way to properly respond. You had never been told how to react in such a situation and you honestly couldn't think of anything to do. Eventually, you decided the best course of action would be to crouch over further, so that Francis wouldn't see that he was having an effect on you.
It didn't work.
It was an utter mystery how Francis managed to get from lying on the table to standing behind you so quickly. But he did; much to your surprise. He put a hand around you, pulling you into his chest. You, for some reason, let him do so, his gorgeous smell soon overpowering your sense of smell. You didn't know what it was, but it smelled somehow familiar, like some sort of pastry you had once tried and since forgot the name of. You made a mental note to try and find out what it was; trying to distract yourself from your current situation and the growing bulge in your trousers.
"Please [Name]~? Just this once~?"
"What part of no do you not understand?"
He pulled away from you, sighing heavily. It must have been weird to him, to have somebody who was very much attracted to him, the feelings being returned by him, and yet who refused point blank to even kiss him. In fact, it confused him so much, he did something he normally didn't need to resort to.
"What iz it with you, [Name]?"
You scowled, straightening your tie. "What is it with what?"
"You know what I mean."
Now it was your turn to sigh. "There is no way in hell I'm sleeping with my boss, Francis. I'm not gonna let my position be weakened by something like that."
You' have thought that he'd be a little angry, at the least. But, if anything, he seemed amused, eyes lighting up, trying to bite back a laugh. You raised an eyebrow, unsure of why he found it so funny, an expression which only seemed to amuse him further. "Oh [Name", he chuckled eventually, "Is that really the only reason?"
You nodded. He continued. "How about I make you a deal then; whatever happens in this office stays in this office."
You took a few seconds to weigh up your options, but eventually you came to a decision. "Ok", you murmured, "It's a deal."