MiniJake had to come to my office AGAIN yesterday. How DARE he keep tempting me like this??
It was for business purposes and he brought his laptop to show me some of his hard figures. I gotta say, his output was impressive.
But seriously, he sat across my desk– again– in those faded blue jeans– again– with his little, tight polo shirt—– AGAIN!– and we looked at his R&R data (Rear and Reamer as far as i was concerned)! As I leaned in to look at his results, I caught a whiff of his cologne.
Jesus, he smelled just like an Abercrombie store!
I refocused my attention on his datasets in order to keep myself from licking his neck. How sad that I am after a 21 year old!
Yes, he’s 21. How do I know? I found out when I said, “What are you, like 19? How much school do you have left.”
I’m so cagey!
P.S. Today, I made him blush. I don’t even know what I did other than look at him with an arms-folded-somewhat-disapproving look. He turned beet red. Naturally it was adorable.