"Wot? No fight?" Lucy straddled her mentor onto his desk and giggled as her hands felt under his red and blue shirt. "So is there a man under all these clothes? Or a little virgin boy?"
"L-Lucy? What's wrong with you?" He blushed under the seductive glare she gave.
"Oh! So there is! Let's see if that man 'as wot it takes." She leaned in closer and pressed her lips to his, quickly snaking her tongue into his mouth.
No. No no. This was in no given way real. No way was this not just a fantasy.
But why couldn't he just act like it was?
It was his dream after all.
He slipped out of the white coat first, then the shirt. Of course he knew what he was doing. He wasn't a child. In no way was he innocent either.
He'd have as much fun as he wanted with this, and nothing could stop him.
She pulled off her clothes too, smiling wryly as she noticed he had given into her.
Alfendi shivered, eyes jolting open as he realized what he had just dreamt of. He shouldn't even be caught dead thinking about that. It wasn't like he was romantically involved with his assistant. Just a friend.
He could feel his heart racing and sweat forming on his forehead. Yes. Just a nice time with a coworker.
On the couch, he saw, was said assistant, wriggling around restlessly in her sleep.
What was she dreaming about?