The morning after the unexpected visit was a whirlwind of emotions for Don. The house seemed to echo the boss's presence, his scent still lingering in the air. Don found himself replaying last night's encounter in his mind, a warm flush spreading through him at the memory.

His thoughts were consumed by the boss - his touch, his scent, the intensity in his eyes. It was intoxicating, heady, like a potent brew that Don found himself unable to resist. It was a feeling he had never experienced, a longing so profound it threatened to consume him.

Despite the fear, the confusion, and the uncertainty, there was a pull, an undeniable attraction that Don felt towards his boss. It was this pull that had him reaching for his phone, his fingers hesitating over the contact named 'Boss'. After a few deep breaths, he dialed the number. His heart pounded as the phone rang.

"Hello, Don," the boss's voice flowed through the line, warm and inviting. 

"Hi... I... I was thinking..." Don stammered, unsure of how to proceed. 

There was a moment of silence on the line before the boss prompted, "Yes, Don?"

Don took a deep breath, steeling himself, "Would you... like to come over today?"

There was a beat of silence that felt like an eternity before the boss finally replied, "I'd love to, Don."

The plan was set in motion. Don was inviting the boss to his house, while his wife was still away. The thrill of the situation, the clandestine meetings, and the secret they were nurturing added a certain allure to their relationship. It was reckless, perhaps even foolish, but Don was past caring. He was caught in the whirlwind of his emotions, his rationality overshadowed by his newfound feelings for his boss. 

As he hung up the phone, he could feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The house suddenly felt too big, too quiet. The next three days, until Amelie returned, stretched out before him, filled with possibilities and uncertainties. But for now, all he could think of was the boss's upcoming visit, their time together, and the secrets they would continue to weave in the fabric of their intricate relationship.