Vince

"Whoa! Workplace romance on the first day? I don't know whether to scold you or give you a high five."

Zayne and I pulled away from each other at the sound of Vinent's voice. "Ah, sorry Vince! We were just looking for a camera."

"Wanna take pictures of you two doing naughty stuff? Kinky. I love it! Let me help."

Zayne held up a hand, "Vince, as I much as I love that dirty mind of yours (kudos for volunteering to be our photographer), Jack and I are here to get our camera so our customers could take Jack's first Dream Gale photo. We just got a bit..." Zayne trailed his fingers down my abs and smiled "...distracted."

"I love myself a good distraction. Go ahead, keep making out. Just pretend I'm not here. I'm officially taking my fifteen. That's enough time for you guys right?"

I blushed, "No, no, no! We should get back to the customer. I've already kept them waiting long enough." I reached for the camera and tripod on the shelf.

Zayne wrapped his arms around my torso, "Actually, we're gonna make out until another person comes in and interrupts us."

My face turned red, "Z-Zayne...!"

"That's an order from your boss. Now kiss me or you're fired."

I didn't even think about how unreasonable the demand was or the total misuse of power. As soon as I was pulled down to his lips, I lost all sense of reason. I wrapped his tiny frame in my arms and Zayne wrapped his forearms around my neck. We kissed in a passionate embrace that made me forget Vincent's amused voyeuristic presence right until someone else walked into the room to catch us making-out on the job.