You get dressed and head to work, skipping breakfast with the fam

The walk to work was the weirdest shit you have ever experienced. Everyone, and you mean, everyone! stared at you.

Your mind raced, does it wear off? will it be like this forever? Does it end when you fall in love? You're grandad has passed away so you cant ask him. You could ask your uncle, tho you doubt he can answer your questions without being distracted by your ass. You are normally more logical than where your mind is right now, surely its just a pheromone thing, has to be?

You arrive at the office, thanks to the pandemic you only go in a couple days a week. Mostly you work from home, you share a home office with your dad and brother, lord knows how thats going to go with this potion.

Saying hi to everyone is well, a little extra today, you normally get smiles and genuinely interesting conversation, but today its accompanied with long looks and in some cases hugs.

Working away, you can feel eyes on you. Everyone is looking at you, glancing around, its like the are waiting for you to do something entertaining.

You need to pee, you cant even make it to the bathroom without being offered a drink or being invited to lunch. Especially weird from people who normally, well... don't like you.

As you are about to enter the mens, the door opens, it Dylan from HR, this guy is real cockhead. He literally has nothing to do and he will do his best to make any small disagreement in the office a massive thing. He pretends to be neutral and then always seems to side with which ever woman is the hottest. When the men argue, he doesn't give a shit.

"Oh, hey Ezra you look amazing today, did you change something? "

Cheeky bitch, I always look like this, wait is he holding the door open? Seems like a normal polite thing to do, but its so out of character for him.

"Oh hey Dylan, no nothings changed" you semi lie, you haven't changed your look at all, your just packing a random fucking potion from your grandad.

You thank him and walk past him, he gently touches your shoulder.

"If you ever need any help with anything, anything at all, you know where to find me, or just call me, text me or even email me, I'll come straight away" Dylan rambles.

"No worries Dylan, ill do that" you reply.

You walk into one of the cubicles, your work has no urinals, and no one closes the cubical doors just to pee.

You're mid stream when Dylan stands behind you leaning on the door frame.

"Sorry I left, but then come back, i was thinking, is there anything you need help with right now?"

It could be in a sexual context, but could also not be.

You have an opportunity here to see how far you can push people. But let's be honest, it really, really shouldn't be the fucking HR manager.

Don't get me wrong, hes hot, like I said, he has little to do and must spend most of his time at the gym. He always smells good, he is of middle eastern descent and wears the tightest little slacks that show off his bubble butt.