Alternative Story
The fleeing man barged into his friend's office, slamming the door shot, dark brown eyes bulging with fear as if a raging, firing dragon was right behind him. "Save me!"
The 6' 1" Mocha Latte male perfection gave out a sigh, stepped out from behind his desk, and gestured his terrified friend to hide under it. He then calmly counted to three and opened the door to his seething Babe.
"I'm gonna kill that rat bastard!" She screamed like a demented banshee.
The Cuban Sex God pulled the love of his life into his arms and held her close to his heart. "Calm down, Babe. Please."
He waited until her heartbeat and breathing rate dropped back to normal and continued. "Stop reading online fan fics in office hours, and please remember, Santos has nothing to do with all those Tart stories."