Kind of.
I worked with a guy who was the new sous chef for the restaurant I was at. I thought he was smoking hot. But, we got along like oil and vinegar. I thought he was too immature and incapable of management, and he didn't like that I defied him because of that. I supported him for the first while shortly after the transition from the previous sous, but then that was it. My thoughts that he was an asshole overrode my desire to make that working relationship feasible.
But, I mentioned I thought he was hot, right? Also, I was pretty sure he was fairly closeted as bi. Oh, and he had been living away from his fiance for a year so he was probably also always horny. Anyway. So, one morning before Sunday brunch I was downstairs getting ready for service, and had to take a leak. The bathroom had dual side-by-side urinals, and a stall. I parked at one urinal, and he came in like 20 seconds later. Standing beside, he pulls his dick out and start peeing, and we make small chat. After a few seconds, he starts smiling a bit, and stroking, and looking directly from me to his growing cock.
No, I did not go there. Yes, I kicked myself later because, asshole or not, there was a sexual energy between us and he proved he wanted it as much as I did.