I am so so so very sorry about this chapter, it exists in its disappointing entirety as a filler chapter while I try to get my head around testing season and a few large projects I'm working on for the end of the school year. I meant to have at least something out like two weeks ago and I just forgot. Unfortunately this mildly funny if slightly perverse thing is all I got out, but it has to do for now.

As his thought process ground to a halt, Lukas took a moment to consider the face in front of him. It was a nice face, one he altogether wouldn't have minded exploring intimately had the situation not just revealed itself as it had. The nose was nice, strong, but sized perfectly in relation the strong jaw. They eyes were green, hairline a nearly unnoticeable widow's peak and he noticed a light dusting of freckles around the cheekbones that, in all honesty, he shouldn't have been able to see. Well. If he hadn't been standing way inside Antonio's personal bubble.

It occurred to Lukas that he should probably take a step back and stand a bit farther away from his boss if he didn't want to accidentally kiss him. Hoo- boy, that wasn't something Lukas would ever have thought he would have an issue with. Kissing his boss. That. Would be bad.

Well, only for his career, and his reputation, and his pride (not that he really had much to begin with), also probably his parents, perhaps his health if he couldn't book it away from Antonio's fists fast enough - 'NO! Bad Lukas! You aren't kissing him, now or ever, so stop it.'

It also meant, Lukas realized, that because Antonio was his dad's coworker, he was a member of parliament. Which meant when Lukas took over for his father, he would be working with Antonio for the rest of his life. Screwing up now meant bad things haunting him for the remainder of his time as a sentient being on the planet. Shit.

As he was slowly brought back to reality, Lukas had the mantra "Don't kiss your boss, don't kiss your boss, don't—" going through his head, which ultimately wouldn't have been a problem if he hadn't thought about it as much as he did and if his thoughts didn't translate into his words.

"Don't kiss anyone sir."

Lukas paused. Realization. Embarrassment. The overwhelming need to melt into the floor. These were all things that hit Lukas like a bullet train when his statement of 'nice to meet you sir' and his inner mantra of 'Don't kiss your boss' got jumbled on the way out.

Antonio looked… well not nearly as pissed as Lukas would have pegged him for at that moment. In fact, he looked a mix of amused and mildly confused. "Pardon?"

"Err, absolutely nothing."

"Hmmm, if you say so." He paused, a grin similar to the one Gilbert wore the other day working its way onto his face. "But just so we stay professional here, don't go kissing anyone either."

Then, he winked. He fucking winked. And then turned away, motioning for Lukas to follow him back down the way he came, laughing light heartedly as he went.

Now Lukas' mind naturally chose that moment to go a few different places that most certainly were not in any way appropriate, and in his low-key subconscious attempt to undress Antonio with his eyes and walk after him like he was supposed to, he managed to once again find his face on the floor. Ah, gravity. The ultimate kinkshamer.

Before Antonio could look behind him and see Lukas once again on the floor, he scrambled to his feet, looking flushed and slightly disheveled, but otherwise presentable. Antonio merely eyed him over his shoulder and chuckled lightly, still walking and expecting Lukas to follow.

After an embarrassing (on Lukas' end) silence, Antonio stopped in front an office in the left wing of the building, fiddling with the keys in his pocket.

"I hope you don't mind, but your father said I could have you for the rest of the day, and I just need to grab a few things before we can head out and I can show you your new place of employment."

Ah, this must be his office then. Lukas nodded and sashayed to the side to avoid being whacked in the face by the door.

It was a nice office, larger than he had originally thought. There was a large, dark desk as the centerpiece of the room, dimly lit with a green accountant's light. The rest of the room was sparsely furnished, save the bookshelves lining the walls and the small office chair for guests. A large window backed the desk, shedding a monochrome grey light that compensated for the insufficient lamp, and Lukas idly wondered if Antonio worked late in such terrible lighting.