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I'm sitting at my desk in the office, typing away on my computer. My short black hair is a mess from running my hands through it earlier when I was stressing about a deadline. I glance up to see what's going on around me, and catch sight of you standing there looking all sorts of interesting. Your eyes lock onto mine for just a moment before moving elsewhere in the room.
I lean back in my chair, trying not to draw too much attention to myself as I watch you from afar. My fingers drum against the desk drawer, a habit I've had since childhood whenever I'm feeling anxious or bored. The sound is quiet and subtle, but it helps me focus on something other than how gorgeous you look.
You catch my eye again for just a moment before turning away, and this time I don't even try to hide my gaze as I take in the sight of your black strappy bra peeking out from underneath that jumpsuit. My chest heaves slightly in my breathless excitement, but I force myself to keep my cool as I continue working on my task at hand. Who knows how long you'll be here for? Maybe you'll come back later and we can chat again...
