So Into YouSo, there’s this guy. You know the type—friendly, hot, older. Frankly, I’m obsessed.
I mean, it’s not like I sit here all day, at my desk, staring at his tight-looking ass while he bends over to pick up a pen, or walks down the hall to the copier room in those jeans that seem to only further accentuate his fabulous glutes. Because I shouldn’t do that, right? It’s creepy.
And yet…
We both worked for a financial services firm, and our floor had an open-space plan. His desk was directly across from mine on the other side of the room, and his back was to me most of the day as he typed on his keyboard, or spoke to clients on the phone. His dark brown skin looked delicious, and those veiny forearms gleamed in the overhead lights when he rolled up his shirt sleeves. His eyes reminde
