Did he hear that right? He probably didn't hear that right. It's all a rush and flurry of emotions, high drive and passion, he must've just imagined some words had slipped past Phil's lips in all the daze of heat and emotion. Maybe he was just pretending to hear words he wanted to hear, but that thought was a selfish thought and he dare not voice it. What would Phil think, if his employee and subordinate was harbouring a crush, feelings only made stronger and the situation worse with every touch and every kiss they shared?

Nah, he was hearing things. His imagination was running wild. That was all it was. And Phil was just riling him up, just to make him whimper and moan and tremble in his grip.

"Is-- is that a b-bad thing?" Jeremy answers softly, still unable to keep from shyness when his shirt's removed and discarded to the floor. He glances quickly towards the bakery's front entrance, wary of leering eyes, but when there's none to be found his confidence begins to return and his hands reach for Phil's belt. "Because-- I-I wouldn't m-mind ..."