Sir playboy

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It's been getting worse and worse.
I'll be cleaning his office and he'll come up behind me and wrap his hands around my waist, moving his bulge gently against my ass. There's always sneaky cheek kisses as we work and i'm fully aware of the situation i've got myself into. But today was different, he had said goodbye and he had kissed my lips. It was just a touch, almost as if our lips had slid past each other- in a soft connection.

But it got me feeling weirder than I already was.

I like him.
But how can I like him? I'm straight.
I'm straight.
I'm straight.

These thoughts were rushing through my head as I walked home in the rain. Rain drowning my body and pulling me in.
"Jack, get in the car".

It was Mark.
Of course it was Mark.

"Y-yes sir".
I get in the car and sit beside Mark.

"T-thank yo-"
"Baby you're freezing... here". He passes me the coat that he was originally wearing.
"T-thank yo-u M-mark".

He pulls me closer, his arms wrapping around me protectively, as my head rests on his shoulder. The driver had continued driving; I guess i'm going to Mark house then?! 

"M-mark..
I yawn.
D-do you just want my body?"

"No and don't think like that, but I do think you need some rest. Go to sleep, okay?"
"O-okay".

I had fallen asleep on Mark's shoulder. My eyes were just about opening as I felt strong arms around my body, carrying me from the car and into a building. His arms around me felt protective, I felt safe. He continued to walk with me in his arms until I am placed gently on a soft bed.

"Can I take your jean's off? So you'll be more comfortable".
"Y-yes". I replied, pink covering my cheeks as I feel Mark's hands move my Jean's off my legs.
What am I doing?
What the hell is wrong with me?
He's my boss.
We just met.

He tucked me under the covers and walked out of the room. All I can think about is the fact that i'm slowly falling for this, this act. He's obviously a playboy; and i'm just falling for it. I'm desperate for love, I'm desperate for attention, that's just who I am. But why does it have to be him, and why a guy? I've never ever thought of myself as anything but straight, i'm never attracted to guys.

But something about his tanned skin and chocolate brown eyes makes me want him in ways I shouldn't, because i'm not gay.
I'm straight.
I'm a heterosexual,
With a crush on my boss,
who is a guy.