She turned around quickly and said, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Ben looked apologetic and said, “I’m sorry…”

She said, “Shut up.” She grabbed him by the shirt and led him to the back room, around a corner where no one could see them.

He was shocked by what was happening. He didn’t know what to expect from her if he touched her, but he knew he had to try sooner or later. She was driving him crazy. Ever since he realized that she wasn’t always a cold authoritarian, he’d been sure that he could get her to open up to him. He liked talking to her, and liked looking at her. She had long legs and long blonde hair. She was athletic and his favorite part about her was when she swam – and he got to be her lifeguard, watching her flip around in her Speedo.

Once they were in the back room, she pushed him roughly so that his back hit the wall, and she said in a strict tone, “First of all, it is incredibly inappropriate for you to touch me that way. Not only am I your boss, but if any of the customers or the other staff had seen you, I could face being fired. You wouldn’t be fired. I would.” Then she said in her strict tone, “Secondly,” but softened her tone and took a step closer to him and said sweetly, looking up at him, “Ask me that question again.”