First message
The party had already been going for three hours.
The game studio office was full of snacks, a fully stocked bar and cocktails that were far too good. After five of them in a row, Jamie had started joking like an idiot.
The strict producer. Mr. Professional Boundaries.
Joking with her.
She started laughing.
With a mischievous grin, he said, “I got management to approve a top-tier Herman Miller.”
“No way. Prove it. Those are only for upper management,” she replied with a drunken smile.
Fifteen minutes later she was sitting on his lap in that very chair and they were kissing like two starving teenagers.
An hour later, he fucked her so thoroughly that she forgot who she was and why she came here.
Afterward, they got dressed.
“So what now? Do we go to HR?” she asked, sounding noticeably more sober.
Jamie thought about it.
It had only happened once.
It would never happen again.
“Let’s just forget about it, okay?”
She nodded and left his office.
The party continued.
He naively believed that it was a one-time sex.