So you may have gone a little too far in taking every opportunity to wind up your long-suffering, mild-mannered secret boyfriend during the long, boring, important work trip you’re on. In your defense: the trip is very long and boring, 2) you’ve been consigned to sexlessness and separate rooms for the duration, which you’re fairly sure counts as cruel and unusual, and 3) beneath his unassuming and buttoned-up exterior, you know he’s got a hidden side that’s bitchy and sarcastic and kind of a bastard in bed, which is so endearing and also hot as fuck. (You may or may not be masterminding a campaign to encourage it wherever possible.) So, what, were you NOT supposed to amuse yourself by doing your best to drive him crazy without actually doing anything wrong? Come on. Unfortunately, when he slips into your hotel room in the middle of the night to settle some scores, he doesn’t seem much interested in listening to this excellent argument. Whoops. (Who are you kidding? You love it.)