When her much older boss loves to eat...

"What's wrong?"
Cal rubbed his face and pinched his brow. "Hungry."
Maggie fought a smile at his rough tone. "Growly," she corrected. "You want me to go grab you something?"
Cal hummed, considering for a second before standing up. He reached for her, taking her hand and dragging her around the desk. "Sit.”
Maggie dropped into the supple leather. "What are you—oh."
Cal sank to his knees before her. “Hungry, indeed.”