Gay Sex At The Office

With last week’s promotion, Ryan was now my direct boss. This was good and bad.
Good, because, OH YEAH. I mean now I get to stare at him from up close instead of from afar. It was bad because it is not good to lust after your boss. Who knew if he was even gay? He was chief architect in our huge office. (Did I say huge? One can hope. Bad, down boy. Bad.) Within our large firm, he had a huge office with not one hint to his life outside of work. Not one photo of a friend or family, not one decoration that was tell.
I’m the marketing guy. I mostly do copy writing to sell the new building projects, but I do a lot of other stuff. And now, I’m directly under Ryan.
So to speak.
Which is a big deal for someone who is only twenty-six.
However.
Ryan is the kind of cool, crisp, brunette hunk that could put world leaders and GQ models to shame and around him I’m completely tongue tied, which is not like me.
So I’ve been taking orders and keeping my mouth shut.
Which has gotten me exactly nowhere.
If I did something wrong, anything, I could end up losing my job. Or worse, having to face Ryan every day, maybe for years, eating crow, humble pie, humiliation, eating my Gaydar-ville gone wrong. He’s too beautiful to be straight. He’s too haunting to be on the wrong team. But still. I’m a chicken and so far I’ve done nothing.
Now I’ve been working for Jonowski & Sons for three years. I’ve seen Ryan in the break room and at the water cooler and at company functions. When you work for someone for that long you feel like you know them, but the truth about your work acquaintances is you don’t really...