Seducing the Boss (Audio Script)

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Seriously, how long does it take to colour-code a spreadsheet?

Okay, move that to there, and…

Okay, almost done.

You got this.

Just a little colour… though Francesca insists on using these really hideous colours.

If I were in her shoes, it would be pastels all day, every day.

Not this neon monstrosity.

Seriously, this report looks like an '80s rave threw up on it.

Makes my eyes hurt.

Okay, time to stretch… And get this stupid thing emailed…

Aaaaanndd done.

Finally, I can go home, order some takeout…Binge-watch some trashy reality tv…

Hold on.

The light’s on in your office.

You’re working late.

It’s not out of the ordinary for you to work late.

You are the boss, after all.

But… on a Friday?

You’re always adamant about us taking time to enjoy our weekends.

Well… unless it’s me and I’ve messed up on a spreadsheet that’s due first thing Monday.

I look around the rest of the office.

There’s no one else here.

Excitement pools in my belly.

We’re alone.

Like, alone alone.

This is… unexpectedly… perfect.

I grab the files that were dumped on my desk this afternoon.

Conveniently, the ones you need for next week.

Perhaps all those times we’ve casually flirted during the workday and our monthly reviews will pay off tonight.

There’s something between us.

That much is obvious.

I’ve been trying to move things forward for months now.

Trying to get you to… I don’t know… open up to me?

I see how you look at me, and there’s always that shift in the air whenever we’re in the same room.

And I know for definite you think about me the same way I think about you.

It’s just…It’s going so slowly.

You’re so professional and I love that about you.

You really love this job and love seeing the rewards for your work.

But you’re really trying to keep the boss-employee barrier intact.

I get it. I do.

You’re the new boss and broke the glass ceiling in this department.

The last thing you need is an HR write-up for fucking someone in the office.

“Um…hi.”

“Hey.

I didn’t know you were working late.”

“Uh, yeah. Just finishing that report for Monday morning.”

“That’s good.

I’m looking forward to seeing it.

It’s not in that neon colour code, is it?”

Oh no.

Please don’t tell me I spent ages redoing that report for you to hate it.

“I – well –”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.

I know how particular Francesca can be with those things.

I’m thinking about telling her to change to pastels.

”

“Pastels? I was thinking the same.”

“Great minds think alike.”

That look. When you peek up at me from above your glasses when you’re concentrating.

And how they flicker down my body and back up.

How can I not be attracted to you?

You’re everything I want in a woman, and now I’m finally alone with you, I go all tongue-tied?

I’m never like this!

Okay, come on, I can do this.

This is the opportune moment, and I'm screwing this up!

Don’t screw this up!

“So, uh… I have those files you asked me to print.

Where do you want them?

”

“I – I’ll take those, thanks.”

You’re trying to keep yourself in control.

But I can see the blush creeping up your neck, so I must be doing something right.

I may have chosen that low-cut blouse I’ve caught you stealing glances at during our meetings.

The white one that’s just soft enough to outline my bra, leaving a little something to the imagination.

I make my way over to your desk, swaying my hips just a little more as you watch.

Your hand’s outstretched, and you’ve got that firm, concentrating look on your face when you’re super-focused.

“Thank you.

You know that report isn’t due until next Monday, right?

Not this one coming?

”

Shit. Really?

I worked overtime when I didn’t need to?

No…no, this is a good thing.

Because I’m here…with you.

No one’s around to get in the way.

I’m pretty sure the janitor has left for the night.

“Actually, I don’t need this one..

You can take that back.

”

Steeling myself, I take a deep breath to try and get my mojo back.

I place my hand on the desk, deliberately bending over a little so you can see a peek of cleavage.

All while I ‘pretend’ to look at the paper in the file.

“Is there anything else I can do?”

When you look up at me, my cheeks burn.

I can see how your eyes flicker down to my chest, just for a split second, thinking I won’t notice.

“I, uh…”

“Yes?”

I lean in a little closer, noticing the flush in your cheeks.

And how your eyes darken slightly as they flicker down to my lips.

Okay. Mojo is officially back.

You’re close as you straighten up, our eyes locked.

Only inches apart.

Then you pull back, adjusting in your seat.

“Okaaay, I think that’s everything I need.

Is there anything else I need to see?

”

Ohhh come on!

Just a little something?

I can see you’re holding back.

I know you want this too…

Okay…this is cliché, but desperate times call for desperate measure

I drop the file, sending the papers everywhere on the floor.

How clumsy of me.

“Oh!”

“Oh! ”

You stand up from your desk, then stop mid-step.

I’m bent over, picking up a paper…the low-cut blouse working its magic.

Our eyes meet, and your teeth graze your bottom lip for just a moment.

Flushed, and your eyes darken again.

You’ve definitely figured me out now, you know that it wasn’t just me having butter fingers.