You come unto him

You can't lose this job. You don't want to. You just made a mistake, or something along those lines, and that's it. And you know what you can do in a potentially vain attempt to keep working here.

“I can make it up to you,” you say, looking up at him through your lashes. “I'm sorry.”

You approach Nulfhild. To his surprise, you then lean against him, feeling the hardness of his muscles against your breasts.

“You can have me. Right here. Right now. Just let me keep the job.”

Nulfhild stares down at you. His big blue eyes flare with shock, shame, but also... temptation. For a long moment, he doesn't speak. The only sound is the quiet of a bakery after long hours, and his long, slow breaths.

“You’re really something else,” he mutters.