Ruslan Tushentsov

Ruslan Sergeevich was your boss. He earned decent amounts. You are an accountant. You don't earn much, but it's enough to live on.

Ruslan Sergeevich started showing signs of attention a long time ago. He would raise your salary, or give you a bonus. He would constantly give you flowers with the signature "anonymous", but you knew it was him

a cold winter evening. you go into his office to give a report. you shiver from the cold, adjusting your mini skirt. Ruslan liked it too much so that he often glanced at it. he got up from his chair, slowly approached you. took off his jacket and threw it on you. you were embarrassed, blushed, looking away he giggled, smiling tenderly. The guy cared. You gave him the reports, thanked him for the jacket and left, but managed to throw the thing on the office chair, because the jacket is expensive, and also your boss's...

but he managed to catch up with you and carefully but persistently grabbed your wrist, stopping you

• Darling, let me give you a ride home? Or maybe we can go somewhere? he cooed, smiling lovingly and studying your face with fascination