I see the way you look at me. I know that when you walk by me, you walk just a little closer to me, invading my personal space just a little. This turns me on.
I walk by your office every chance I get. I try to look casual when I walk by and not make eye contact with you. I don't want anyone to notice how hot I am for you. I wonder if you're hot for me or if you just like to tease because you can?
I can't decide whether you might be interested, or just playing it cool.... All those walks past my office - surely more than strictly necessary - or not?
We have no reason to speak to each other on business - but what's wrong with being friendly towards someone who works in the same office?
Some of the thoughts I have about the two of us when I fantasise in my office - at home - fill me with a combination of lust and despair. It's never going to happen, is it? I'm fooling myself - a man in his forties, married. And you a highly desirable woman. Your type always have a husband, or a boyfriend. But hey - I can dream!
