Desire

It was the longest lunch of my life. Despite the food being delicious, I can't say I had much of an appetite. It had been less than twenty-four hours since I arrived at Weston Manor and so far I’d already:

1) Allowed my boss to unintentionally get me off while he slept

And

2) Walked in on him masturbating in the bathroom.

If there was a way to have a worse first day at work, I'd like to know it. Mr. Weston and I actively avoided eye contact with each other. Thomas, blissfully unaware of what was happening, was our safety net. Lunch had actually finished a couple of hours ago, but we’d been doing everything in our power to draw out our conversation with him, hoping to delay being alone together for as long as possible