Tattoo paced the floor of Roarke's office, waiting. The past few months had been a confusing, emotional rollercoaster; he never gave his feelings much thought, but lately, he realised he didn't want to be without his boss for very long, always looking for excuses to be by his side. It wasn't until he had a long chat with a good friend that he realised what it all meant.
He was hopelessly and totally in love.
He felt a bit jittery as the door opened, and Roarke walked in.
Tattoo looked at him a minute before speaking: "Sit down, boss. I…. I need to tell you something."
There was no turning back now.