Such an imaginative individual, not.

If he had any ability to dream, he wouldn’t be here. Literally, actually.

He rents the place because his elderly wife wanted him out of the house… and he was born wealthy. He’s always been stingy, or at least that’s what you picked up from comments of the oldest employees. Literally old… they’re well past their seventies. It’s unclear to you how the doddering men are still part of the American workforce… rather than say, out to greener pastures.

Anyway… no. He doesn’t suspect you were literally undressing a wall a few minutes ago.

“- Should I slow down a bit? I know it’s a bit complex.”

He’s doing it again. Honestly you can’t tell… is he insanely sarcastic and condescending, or genuinely empathetic and concerned for his employees… unless it requires actual money?

In a way, if he was 100 years younger, a hundred times fitter, far funnier and much more elegant, with a sense of a-propos and a je-ne-sais-quoi of flowery charm, it could make him sort of attractive.

As things are, it just makes him more… bland.

“- Don’t worry Sir, I was just pondering the possibilities your suggestions open.”

You, too, aren’t above a little flattery. Everyone needs some catering to their needs once in a while.

The slight moistness of your inner thighs attests to the truth of it.