Office lust. :-)

An absolute rush of senselessness overwhelms me when he walks by.

Dignity and other petty concerns vanish,

- along with a spreadsheet of two days' work.

 

Deep breath.

Smutty thoughts are stifled.

The office smile threatens to congeal into a foolish grin.

That large conference table - I look away.

Stop that. Take another breath.

 

Work on the spreadsheet; it needs your attention more than he does.

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