He is so flippin’ cute, its nauseating. And hell, every time I see him I find myself with ‘lust in my heart’. Its really quite distracting; he needs to go back to school.
Today he sat in my office and we talked about a project he’s working on for the summer. He was wearing those fucking, tight jeans again (and a little navy blue polo shirt!) The boy has a tight little body on him, too.
Even one of my favorite employees commented on MiniJake’s jeans today. She said, “Lookit him in dem tightass jeans. Mmmm mmmm. I should aks him if I can borrow that 79 cent I can see in his front pocket.”
I nearly lost my shit on that comment!
Anyway, because the chair he was sitting in (in my office) just happens to face my desk– well, I may have also looked ‘down there’, too.
I think he’s worked for UPS before, because his package was nicely wrapped and well presented.
Anyway, so as we walked out onto the manufacturing floor, I held the door open for him so he could get in front of me. I held my breath, looked at his jeans tag for a size… and it was one of those new pair that doesn’t have the size printed on it.