3

The party is still in full swing behind me as I stand in front of Captain Harkness' door.

It's thick dark mahogany wood and it's closed. For some reason I expected it to be open so I didn't have to get nervous standing outside of it wondering if I should just walk on in or knock first.

This isn't the first time I've been into his office, but I've never been here at night-time. And never while a Hub party was taking place outside.

I knock lightly.

"Come in Ianto."

I open the door and step inside. It's warm in his office, he has the heat turned up a degree higher than the rest of the floor. I wonder why, since I would think those layers of his would be hot to work in.

"Sit down, please." He gestures to one of the two black chairs at the front of his desk. I take the one closest to the exit in case I have to bolt out of here in a hurry. I still don't know if I'm getting fired or what this is about.

"You need me to finish up that report after all?" I try and say it like it's a joke, but he doesn't laugh, which makes me want the chair to swallow me up. The seat is smooth and soft and probably could swallow me up if I pushed back into it hard enough.

"I thought you were leaving?" He places his hands on his desk and raises an eyebrow.

"I, er, got caught in..."

"You were stuck in the stairwell while two of your colleagues fucked each other. Yes, I know. That's why I called you. You looked like you needed an escape."

The way he says it makes my cheeks heat up into a full blown blush. He must have cameras installed in the stairwell. Of course he would. Which means he was watching them too. I consider what this means for me.

"Yes. That's what happened." I adjust my posture in the chair so it doesn't look like I'm completely dying inside.

"I won't be punishing them for their behaviour. You don't need to worry about that."

Worry about Owen and Gwen? I consider telling him that I don't care what he does but realize that makes me sound uncaring. "That's good. They seem to like each other."

He smiles at this and I see his perfectly white teeth in his mouth. "For now."

He raises an eyebrow and leans forward. "I dare say they'll be finding other people to like soon enough."

"I suppose so."

"You've never found anyone that you like?"

"Well, to be honest, I'm not really like Tosh or Owen, Gwen or the Unit hanger-ons. They seem ... friendlier than I am."

He tilts his head to the side and I stare at the strong gorgeous neck of his. Yep, I'm actually losing it.

"I notice that you don't have a lot of friends here. Why do you think that is?"

He's noticed that. I can feel my cheeks warming again. "I do my job to the best of my ability."

"I know you're good at your job. That wasn't what I asked."

I squirm in my seat again and wonder why he's asking me these questions. Does he like it when his workers fuck each other? Maybe he does? Maybe that's why he's got cameras in the stairwell and goodness knows where else. "Well, there was Lisa. I know you all say you forgave me but…and I can be shy in certain social situations."

"Certain social situations." He leans back in his chair and taps his fingers together while he examines me. "Are you feeling shy right now?"

Yes. No. Oh god, why is he asking me these questions. Can't he see that I'm freaking out right now? "Well, yes."

"I don't want that. I want you to be comfortable. Here, let's swap places. You go and sit in my chair and I'll sit where you are now. You can pretend that you're in charge."

He stands up and walks around the desk until he's standing next to me. His body is close to mine and I can feel my knees weakening. Images of being thrown onto his desk and having him take me spring to my mind.

His breath dances across my cheek as he leans in and I part my lips ever so slightly as I turn to face him. Our faces are inches away from each other. His hand moves to my waist and scoots me around him until I'm led to the other side of the desk to his chair.

I wonder if he can tell I want him to fuck me?

"Is that better?" he asks. "Do you feel more comfortable?"

His chair is harder than the one I was just in. The backrest is stiffer which forces me to sit tall.

He's sitting across from me now. A small crinkle forms in his chin as he watches me with a new expression. Amusement probably. He's playing with me. Maybe he does want to fuck me. God, I hope so.

I consider what will happen if I'm right and I actually go through with it.

One: I could sleep with my boss and have an amazing night (if my fantasies are anything to go by, this guy knows what to do with the male body).

Two: I could thank him for saving me from the stair well, go home, and stick to fantasies only.

Three: I could just wait and see what happens. Who knows I could be wrong about all of this.

My heart is hammering against my chest. "I'm not sure more comfortable aptly describes how I'm actually feeling right now."

"Ain't that the truth." He smiles softly "Maybe this will make you feel better."

A heated jolt of nerves rushes through me as he stands up and walks back over to me. I stand up too, in case all he really wants is his seat back.

I keep my thighs pressed tightly together so it won't be obvious that this whole scenario is turning me on. As he turns the corner around the desk I can see that the front of his pants are tented. Oh yeah, I'm reading the situation correctly. He's got a hard on and now standing in front of me. My gorgeously hot boss who I desperately want to do bad things to.

The reality is making my core ache with desire. I'm not going to be able to say no anymore. Like I was ever going to.

I'm rooted to the spot as he approaches and brushes his hand over my cheek and down to my lip. His touch is smooth and firm.

I want him to kiss me now. He doesn't. Instead he steps back from me. "I'll see you Monday, Ianto."

"Monday?" Wait, what? He wants me to leave now, just after he brushed his finger across my lip and has me wanting him?

"Yes. You said that you have a busy day tomorrow. I wouldn't want to keep you from it."

I have to make a decision on what to do. I'm all worked up and I'm not going to get any pay off unless I do something.

But he's the boss. I can't make a move on him first, can I?

I mean sure, he's made it clear that it could go that way, but, but, but.

"I, er, guess I'll see you Monday, Captain Harkness."

"Please, call me Jack."

"Okay, right. Jack. I'll see you Monday."