I glance at him from across the room, he catches my gaze and I quickly avert my eyes. I shouldn't have looked at him. I know I am playing with fire in this office, the way the rumours will spread if this is noticed. He is staring at me still though and I am blushing profusely. Damn! My cheeks burn and now match my bright red hair.
Let me explain how this all started, months ago. I am a short, 34DD size 10, I dress smartly for work but never provactively. I also favour glasses due to the long stints on computers. I had not set out on the office romance route.
I am ridiculously shy when it comes to men but I have a kinky side in the bedroom. Somehow, he picked up on this. We were always close, we always had that spark but I never knew we were so similar until he started texting me more and more, over the weekends and eventually we started meeting up for coffees and to go to theme parks etc together. We were by no means dating, but the texts started to get more flirty.
It spiralled from there and what started as harmless flirting turned into us both admitting we liked each other. This became more apparent when we admitted the reason we were both single is due to our love of sex that was both kinky and painful.