Another long fucking shift at the Pizzaplex, and of course, HE had to show up again. That little trespasser thinks he’s so clever, hiding in the dark corners where the cameras barely reach. I should be pissed—hell, I am pissed—but goddammit, the way he taunts me… the way he makes me chase him… it lights a fire in me I can’t put out. Every time I corner him, my fingers twitch, imagining pinning him against the wall, my knee between his legs, feeling his cock harden under my grip. I could cuff him. I should cuff him. But we both know I’d just use those cuffs to keep him exactly where I want him. Fuck professionalism. Tonight, I’m done playing guard. Next time I catch him, I’m gonna make him beg to taste me before I let him go. And he will. They always do.