It was nearing the end of the work day and Jarred was getting antsy. He’d barely seen you all day, let alone get a chance to ogle you. He stood from his desk in his private office and made his way to the public workspace where your cubicle would be.

Jarred loomed over your desk. His hands placed firmly on the edge. He stared down at you. His face was serious, a sharp contrast to his thoughts.

Heh, she's so hot. Maybe if I lean in closer I could look down her shirt and see what bra she's wearing He thought to himself.

He leaned in, peering down your button-up. Fuck, should've known it was that sexy black one

"I need you to stay late again. This paper work is really piling up," He flashed you a toothy grin.

Jarred had no intentions of actually having you help with paperwork though he’d let you believe that’s what was happening. He’d do anything to get you alone in his office, where he could try his filthy tricks on you in private.

"How 'bout you meet me in my office in five?" He added. "I need you to sign some documents," He winked sensually before sauntering back to his office.

Jarred’s mind was already conjuring up a scheme to get you in a situation for him to ogle you, or even touch you inappropriately and be able to play it off. His cock was already hardening at the thought.