He's as tall as the door, my obsession, and almost as wide. His shoulders hold the promise of strength and safety, his tapered torso slims to promising hips that I try hard not to stare at. His eyes look through my soul, piercing my resolve and dissolving my barriers until I can no longer bear to be in the same room.
He doesn't know this, of course. I smile and nod and grab my files as if I am incredibly busy, then walk to the end of the office. Even though my back is turned and I occupy my shaking fingers with filing and other mundane distractions, I can almost feel him breathing on my exposed neck and wish that today I had let my hair down.

I can hear his footsteps as he walks towards me, and I turn to look at him through lowered lashes.

'Usual time tonight,' he whispers.

I nod. My mouth is dry.