A streak of light filters through the glass of Cody’s office door. Clutching the sheath of papers against my chest, I knock, waiting for permission to enter. Cody’s my new boss. He’s only been my boss for three weeks. We don’t know each other well enough yet for me to enter without being invited. We haven’t set the boundaries regarding privacy and doors. I hear him call, “Come in, Claudia,” and I adjust my skirt and smooth my hair before stepping through the door. For some strange reason, I feel the need to look my best for this man and not because he’s my boss. Cody looks up from his work. Despite the fact that his eyes are tired and a shadow of stubble from the day is gracing his manly chin he’s a dreamboat. No, amend that thought. He’s a fantasy. The type of man you lust over but know you can never have, the type that enters your dreams and leaves you pulsing in orgasm. To look at him is to swoon with desire. I approach the front of his desk and put the papers down.
