Privacy laws aside, the French love a sex scandal just like the rest of the world. They try to pretend that as a country they tolerate affairs, powerful men are somehow entitled to take lovers and the rest of the world is somewhat immature not to understand. The hypocrisy lies in the fact they seriously believe these relationships have no impact on the ability to do their jobs.
You've been working closely together all year. You definitely fancy each other. It could even be LOVE. And it's the office Christmas party tonight... As you quell the butterflies in your tummy and apply your lippy, contemplate the following ten points before you get hammered and get off with your boss...
I slink over to the kitchen and scour the worktops for a tipple. I settle on a big bottle of Plymouth gin and glug as much as decency will allow into the nearest clean glass, before peeking around the kitchen, like a meerkat, on the search for tonic. I soon see a bottle, which is attached to the hand of God, or his nearest approximation on Earth.
My best mate Steve is just back from a glam trip to LA and is filling me in on all the gossip as we nurse giant measures of Amaretto - for some reason that's a 'thing' with us. After a while he settles back and asks me what's been going on back here in the fortnight he's been away. I take a deep breath and tell him.
I learned a lesson and I made a decision; I did not want to cheat again and never have. Needless to say, that relationship didn't work out. I left and gave no good reason. I could have made it easier for him by confessing but I didn't. I kid myself it was to protect him from turning into a woman hater.