Flirting With Disaster

I don't intend to sleep with my (sort-of) boss, but it's fun flirting. (He started it!) More fun than working for him - a bit disgruntling having to provide a few hours of admin support each week to a man almost ten years my junior. But no matter: for the most part Alan—a totally hunky gay Asian guy—and I get along great. We've become friends, even hang out a bit outside the office.

And he's got an absolutely amazing physique.

Yesterday he told me I should unbutton my zippered sweater, show off my chest hair. "Yeah right," I said, blushing. Just now, Alan told me he had to pee and I asked if he needed any help. He said "sure" and traipsed off to the men's room. "Would I need one hand or two?" I called out.

"Depends," he said, grinning.

I swear, if one or the other of us ever leaves our job, I'm gonna have to jump him.