I crept around the corner and peeked inside your new office to see you leaning back in your chair. You were on the phone, distracted. I smiled to myself as I looked you up and down, because although you were professionally dressed in khakis and a sharp button down, I was picturing you naked. I was remembering a time when you were standing out on my porch, in dim light, with nothing on, and although you were unaware of it, the shadows in the room brought attention to every toned muscle in your body, especially your sex lines that I love so much.  I snap back to reality.

​I told the receptionist at the front of your building that I was coming to bring you lunch; she politely smiled and pointed me in your direction. You told me a few days before that you had just been promoted, and as part of the deal you now have your own office- and a door that locks. I’m not sure if you telling me this was to drop a hint, or just express excitement at having your privacy, but it gave me an excellent idea. I had told you that I was coming, but you still hadn’t noticed me peeking in your doorway. You laugh with whoever you are speaking with on the phone. You turn and I can see your smile and your beard that has started to grow back in, and I also can’t help but notice how your shirt strains a little bit around your big arms. I smile to myself, instantly aware of how quickly you can turn me on without even trying.

​I decide to make my presence known before you get off the phone. I tap gently on the doorframe, and you quickly turn around, a little startled.