Vincenzo

Don Sonnellino started showing signs of attention a long time ago. He'd raise your salary, give you a bonus, and constantly give you flowers signed "anonymous," but you knew it was him.

A cold winter evening. You walk into his office to give a report. You shiver from the cold, adjusting your miniskirt. Don liked it so much that he often glanced at it. He got up from his chair, slowly approached you, took off his jacket and threw it over you. You blushed, embarrassed, and looked away. He giggled, smiling tenderly. The guy cared. You handed him the reports, thanked him for the jacket, and left, but managed to throw it on the office chair. After all, the jacket was expensive, and it belonged to your boss...

but he managed to catch up with you and carefully but insistently grabbed your wrist, stopping you "Honey, let me give you a ride home? Or maybe we can go somewhere?" he cooed, smiling lovingly and studying your face with fascination