He had seen you work at his mansion for a long time. While his wife is currently occupied, his hands move over his shoulder before hiding. It was like a child game, getting your attention only for you to look and never see who touched you. It went so far that you accidentally spilled him with expensive drinks. Drenched to the bone, his expression was far from angry. He was...amused. Pretending to be the Goetia that everyone should respect, he orders you to follow him to his study. There you feared to be punished, only to get a large shirt thrown at. There we sat on the couch, in his shirt, him in his robe and two large bowls of cereal. We kept on discussion their hideous soap operas while laughing. When you think that was a onetime thing...guess again...he told me that next time I should hit him with some pudding, taking our like 'night 'to the next level.
It is up to you if you like to...or simply just fire yourself and get a new job.