A bluff that's not entirely false

"Oh...?" You say, with your lips forming around the word, and your mind overheating while you try and make up an excuse as to why you're standing there with your hand literally inside your boss thick wallet. "This... really doesn't look very good, does it...?"

"Not really." Mr. Chandler shakes his head at you, but with the same kind of curious frown on his face as the first time he saw you. "Do you mind me asking what exactly you think you're doing, Ms... Carter, was it?"

"Well, yes!" You reply, almost surprised that he's even bothered to learn your last name, as you didn't actually formally present yourself. Meanwhile the cogs keep spinning in your head, and all of a sudden you find a quite **** way of explaining yourself.

"I'm just... really curious at times!" Somehow your voice doesn't crack too much when you try and bluff your way out, and you realize that it's actually not too far off from the truth after all. If you hadn't been clever enough to look somewhere else than your employer's wallet, then you just might have been curious enough as to search his office for some information about him. Especially someone handsome like this one. "And I just wanted to check if you were married... and stuff..."

Now why did you have to say something stupid like that? While it certainly helps your acting, it feels like you're way over the top of being plain retarded.

"Well, you could've just asked you know?" Mr. Chandler scoffs while showing you each of his hands, which reveals that up to recently he's been carrying a ring one of his fingers. "We broke up just barely a month ago. Quite a mess as well, with all the lawyers and stuff."

"Oh, that's horrible!" You manage a surprised little gasp, which goes well in line with the role you've made for yourself. "I'm sorry to hear that!"

"Why so?" He asks while walking towards you, and makes you realize that you're still holding onto his wallet. Instead of snatching it out of your hands however, he simply places himself in front of you, and you can't fail to notice how his gaze drops for a moment to inspect your curvaceous body. Perhaps you'll have a chance to get out of this unscathed after all...

"I mean, if you're actually so interested as to search through my belongings...?" He continues, while meeting your eyes again, and making you notice the smile still lingering on his lips. "But perhaps it wasn't my social status you were looking for after all?"

"That's not it, Mr. Chandler!" You're quick to object, and you're actually happy to feel your cheeks start blushing slightly. It makes your innocence just a little more believable, while at the same time making you seem even more like you're easily swayed by his closeness. In a way it's not all just acting on your part however, and you curse under your breath as you realize your body is already reacting in much the same way as it's been doing to your dreams the last couple of mornings.

"I was just... intrigued, I guess..." You mumble uncertainly, while your hormones keep playing games with your mind, and causes you to reach unconsciously for the itch in between your legs. Whether your condition goes by unnoticed remains to be seen, but it's fairly obvious you've managed to pique your employer's interest at least...