Office Hours Overtime: (4k) Caught Red-Handed—I Confront My Coworker About His Secret Obsession Before Giving Him Exactly What He’s Been Craving. My Feet.

Description: The hum of the office is quiet as the day winds down, and i’m leaning back in my desk chair when i see you linger in the doorway. i’ve seen that look before—the way your eyes instinctively drop the moment you think i’m not paying attention. i catch your gaze with a knowing, playful smirk, letting the silence hang between us for a beat before i call you out. "i’ve noticed where your eyes go every time you walk past my desk," i say, my voice dropping to a teasing, authoritative tone. i lean forward, resting my chin on my hand as i watch you fumble for an excuse. it’s obvious that you’ve developed a bit of a fixation on my footwear, and honestly, i think it’s time we addressed it properly. i show off and tease my feet and make him into my foot bitch.