You know, for as hot as the refined businesswoman vibe is, there's something special about the light laughter the flits out of Deirdre. It's infectious, and it brings a sunny smile to Jeff's face.

Fuck it, that's what cinches it. He's thoroughly charmed and seduced. And he's certainly receptive enough that he slides his legs open to meet the touch. What's a little footsie between employee and boss?

He lifts his glass and is about to drink, before he stops himself and instead holds it up for a toast.

"Yeah, okay! Let's do it. Boss."

Wait, is he supposed to say mistress? He's... definitely not opposed to that at all, okay.