You were sent to drop off your boss's car for a tune-up at the hoity toity shop across town. It meant riding the bus back to the office, but it also meant some paid time away from your desk and computer. As you are waiting for the clerk to come back with the paperwork, the man who owns the place walks in. You glance his way, and you stare at each other for a moment before he smirks I know I'm handsome, but you don't have to keep staring.
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