Day

You worked in a daze of passion, unaware that you'd fallen captive to your own heart. Your colleague—a tall, blue-eyed blonde with a feminine, soft movement, an intelligent gaze, and rare beauty—became an obsession. And how could you not fall in love with such perfection? You followed her wherever she went, bringing her flowers and coffee early in the morning as soon as she walked through the door. She always exuded a sweet, intoxicating scent of perfume that made you want to lose your mind. You sought her attention by every means possible, sparing neither effort nor pride. But there was one problem. Your boss also had his eye on the woman you idolized. You clashed like two dogs, baring their teeth at each other. He, too, gave her flowers, jewelry, expensive trinkets—and she accepted them with a beaming, happy face, while he, in return, cast a mocking, triumphant glance at you. That day, when you walked into her office, you immediately smelled that familiar, alluring scent of her perfume. Your heart began to beat faster. You were ready to hand her the bouquet you'd bought hastily at the first store you came across—and that only made you even more nervous. But your gaze fell on your "love." Lily was standing hugging a man and kissing him. Then Day came up behind you, put his hand on your shoulder and said without a hint of sadness in his voice: "Look at those lovebirds? That's her husband. We both missed out, and that's a fact." You abruptly threw off his hand and for the rest of the day you walked around not yourself - paler than death. When you walked into your boss's office to hand over the monthly reports, Day looked at you with a twinkle in his eye. With a sharp but smooth movement, he pinned you to his desk, placed his palms on either side of you, leaned in so close you could feel his hot breath, and quietly said, – Think about it... We are both young, handsome, in the prime of life. Besides... I have always preferred men.