My Pussy Is Trying To Get Me Fired
For the last several months I’ve had my eye on a certain guy who frequently comes into the office. He’s cute in that dorky-but-grew-out-of-it way. And he wears glasses. Sigh. I’m a total sucker for a guy in a good pair of glasses [see? girls do make passes at boys who wear glasses]. He also looks like a corporate version of The Russian, which is enough to get me so fired up I forget how to do math.
He had been coming around the office for a while before I found out he was a client. Dude. Our clients are never that young or hot. All this time I had been letting my sex eyes peek through and then it turns out he’s one of our biggest clients. Great. Way to be professional, you dumbass. Oh well, it’s not like we’ll ever actually speak to each other. Eye candy is eye candy and boy oh-oh-OH boy is he perrrrty.
