"take care of yourself?"

You respond in what you try to think of as a casual tone. She smiles again with that dazzling white smile. "Thanks Boss! You know I am very susceptible to male pheromones." You nod blankly as she stands, her apron now tenting proudly.

You blink.

Either she is an expert cucumber hiding or she has a raging boner, the likes of which (judging from the bulge in the apron) you have never seen. She coughs politely as you tear your eyes away from it.

"What's up boss? You never stared at my little rod like that before." She asks in a quiet but faintly hopeful tone.

Did she just say "little"?

You clear your throat.