The clock ticked steadily, like it always had. I looked up at it.

10pm huh, I thought. It was just like me to stay back at work on a Friday night when my coworkers were all at the nearby clubs or at home with their families. Just because I was the 'swinging bachelor with no balls to approach girls' didn't mean they could all the work to me and go off gallivanting as they pleased! I clenched my fist, seething indignantly at the thought.

But what else could I do? I was a mere pencil pusher, the newest kid in the office. It was probably natural that the new office bitch got all the shit.

I looked up from the unhealthy glare of the monitor. The light in Izzy's office was still on. I got up and headed to it, sighing all the way. She was the new head of department and the only one newer than me. Even though we were both greenhorns in the office, she got the big roomy office where everyone kissed her ass while I got a shitty, broken desk in a random corner. Personally I had no grudge against her, she was a nice person, insisting we all call her 'Izzy' instead of 'Isobel', her business name. She let us go out early on lunch breaks, eat in the office and generally ran things pretty casually. No wonder she was, from what I've heard, the best out of all the bosses my colleagues ever had.

Even though she was the boss, Izzy still made it a point to stay back working with me, due to being new and all. So she also had my personal respect. She may be timid and demure when handling her subordinates, but we liked her so much no one dared to take advantage of her goodwill.

My knuckles rapped on the door, I paused, waiting for her usual 'come in, please' response to reach my ears. I didn't hear anything.

Strange, I thought. Did she absentmindedly leave the light on after going home? I knocked again. The dull thuds of my bone striking the wooden surface rang across the office, reminding me how quiet the whole place was.

Still no response, there wasn't much of a choice then.

I held the doorknob in my fist, hearing the shifting of metal parts within the mechanical locking contraption as I turned my hand. The door popped open, revealing a tidy desk and several file cabinets. Clean and professional, just like how it should be. Izzy sat behind her desk, her eyes mesmerized by the computer. I smiled, she was simply too cute.

"Um, hey Izzy."

"Uh wha-" she jumped up, startled.

"Whoa, relax! I did knock, but sorry anyway. Don't worry, I don't bite," I winked, "just checking to see if you left the light on by mistake before heading back."

"Oh Terry, it's you," Izzy flashed a weak grin.

"Izzy, you okay there?" I ventured.

Blood rushed to her cheeks, flushing it red, her ragged breathing and her ruffled clothes all struck me as highly suspect.

What on earth happened to her?

"It's nothing Terry, I'm here and I'm alright, you can leave now."

"You sure?" I didn't want anything bad to happen, especially since she seemed so out of it.

Against my better judgement, I stepped into her room, making my way into her personal space. The look of horror on her eyes said it all. Was she a corporate spy sent by one of our competitors? Did someone attack her and leave, or was he still hiding in this very room, waiting for the right time to strike? My mind ran wild at the possibilities as I went round her mahogany desk, intending to ensure she was alright.

Her forehead felt really warm, as did the rest of her body. Was it a fever? Or was she just all hot and bothered?

"Your forehead's steaming hot Izzy, I think you have a fever, you better go home first and re- HOLY SHIT," my jaw dropped at the sight of a bdsm tube video playing on her computer screen.