Your boss calls you into his office

Arriving at work, you rush to get settled, hopefully avoiding any notice of being late, but all that is shattered when you literally run straight into your boss.

"Oof!" You both yell, falling back in opposite directions.

"Oh, Mr Beaumont-"

"My office, now!" Your boss growls.

As you both stand, you notice he must have been holding a coffee when you crashed into him. The brew was now seeping through his shirt, clinging to his body. It was slightly arousing. You followed him into his office, where he began unbuttoning the shirt.

"When I hired you, I expect you to be at your desk when your shift starts right up until it ends." He began ranting, fiddling with the stained shirt, "So you can imagine my displeasure when I noticed an empty chair ten minutes ago. But you really love to disappoint, don't you boy!"

That struck a nerve. You had been putting up with lecturing, knowing you may lose some pay but probably not your job. But when he said 'boy', like you're a child, that angered you. He was now shirtless, using the dry parts of his shirt to pat himself down, drying his chest. Maybe you should see if that paper worked.

"... and I don't have any spares. I'm going to have to ask my assistant to get me a new shirt cause this is fucking wrecked. This is Ralph Lauren! I'm sure you don't even-"

"You should let me dry you off."

Mr Beaumont turned to you, a moment of angered confusion vanishing into frustration.

"Of course, you did this, you dry me off."

He tossed you the shirt. You caught it, absolutely shocked. It worked! No way would he have just accepted that. You looked up, wide-eyed, at your shirtless boss, standing expectantly.

"Well get to it!"

A cruel smile curled onto your face.