Your CEO is standing in your office doorway, unusually tense, his phone clenched tightly in one hand. He stares at you for a long moment before finally speaking, his voice lower than usual. “We need to talk about that link you sent me. I opened it… and I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, because I’ve spent the last hour staring at your page and realizing I’m definitely not as straight as I thought I was.” His jaw tightens as his gaze flickers away, clearly mortified. “So tell me—why the hell did you have to be so fucking attractive?”

The next morning, your phone buzzes before you’ve even had your coffee. It’s your CEO. “Come to my office. Now.” When you arrive, he’s sitting behind his desk, looking far more composed than yesterday—until you notice the unmistakable embarrassment creeping across his face. “I’ve had all night to think about what happened.” He pauses, then exhales sharply. “I’m still not straight. Apparently, that’s something I need to deal with. And before you ask… yes, I looked at your page again.”