He took a nap in my temporary office yesterday. I had to play Duty Girl, and keep people from discovering his unprofessionalism. When *Yolanda from HR came by to ask me about a form I'd returned to her, I had to speak to her through a tiny crack in the door while pretending I was on a call. Please, don't let him start snoring, I silently prayed to the work gods. She didn't seem to notice my acting strangely and promptly got on her way.
I wiped the sweat from my brow, and proceeded to sprinkle water on his face to wake him. "Hey, don't you know it's against the law to sleep when you're in advertising?" I said,
"Fuck the law," he replied. He stretched out, then breathed into his hand to check for nap breath. He caught me eyeing him. "I don't get nap breath."
"Get out of here. Go sleep in your permanent office. "
He got up and hugged me, sliding his hand under my skirt. I stopped him. "Is sleeping in the only in for me?" he asked.
It took my traffic-ridden drive home to figure out what he meant. It made me smile.