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his
height – I guessed he was around 6’3” as he was just a notch above me in my low
heels. Gorgeous and tall, I was practically a puddle at his feet. I could feel
my body humming with attraction. It felt like there was some sort of force that
was trying to pull me towards him. I wondered if he was feeling it too as
images of him hot, sweaty and naked flashed through my mind. Don’t think
like that! I chastised myself, not wanting to fall prey to my hormones and
make a fool of myself.
    Despite the 'no dating' rule stating that I
shouldn’t act on my attraction, I didn’t have time for men in my life. I had
recently gotten out of a relationship and had no inclination to start another
one – I needed to focus on my sport, my studies and my work; which I thought was
more than enough for one girl.
    “How’s your first day going?” his rumbling
baritone invaded my thoughts and snapped me to attention.
    “Huh? Oh, Not too bad!” I answered quickly,
“just trying to figure my way around.”
    “It’s not so hard. The office is really
just a big circle, if you keep going eventually you’ll work out where you are,”
he said as the elevator doors chimed open. “I’ll see you around Katrina. That
was a pretty cool elevator entrance, it made my day,” he beamed at me, and I
blushed uncontrollably.
    He lifted his hand in a wave as he left. I
lingered back in the elevator bay and shamelessly watched him walk away until
David placed his head next to mine.
    “Who are we looking at?” he whispered.
    I blinked away my erotic thoughts of Elliot
and turned to David. “Nobody,” I answered coyly.
    “Nobody huh? I wish you looked at me like I
was nobody then. I wouldn’t mind doing whatever was in your mind making your
cheeks all pink like that,” he teased.
    I swatted him on the arm. “Get your mind
out of the gutter and come and get lunch with me. We've lost 15mins already.”
    “As you wish my dear Trina,” he said
wiggling his eyebrows up and down comically, he took my arm and linked it with
his as we set off across the street to the nearest food court and have a quick
chat and an even quicker meal.
    David’s usually pretty popular with the
ladies, and I noticed a few girls from my office in the food court looking at
him with interest. In my heels, he’s the exact same height as me. He’s pretty
easy on the eyes, with sandy blond hair and blue eyes that crinkle shut when he
smiles his dashingly dimpled smile. Many a girl has fallen prey to that smile
of his, and it has gotten him both in and out of trouble more than once. He is
fairly fit, with a lean and wirey build with broad shoulders and a small waist.
Occasionally, he trains with me, always holding his own fitness wise.
    His features are fairly similar to my own.
We're often mistaken for brother and sister, second only to being mistaken for
a couple - something that neither of us really wanted to cross the line into; a
good thing for our friendship as David tended to have a new girl on his arm
every week, and I tended to be more of a long term relationship kind of girl. 
    “So, are you going to tell me who that guy
was you were perving on before?”
    I rolled my eyes, knowing that if I didn’t
tell David he would tease me mercifully until I gave up the information, “It
was Elliot. He's the office ‘hottie’ that all the girls drool over.”
    “How about you? Are you all of the girls?
Because that’s what it looked like to me.”
    “He’s hot yeah, and I admit that I was
perving but I'm not going to make a fool of myself going after some guy I can’t
have.”
    “Who says you can’t have him?”
    “Um! The fact that there is an office full
of gorgeous girls in there, and he hasn’t dated one of them,” I said all
indignant.
    “Maybe he’s gay?” countered David.
    “No, I don’t think so. There’s a 'no
dating' policy.”
    “That sucks! Where’s the fun in that?”
    I laughed at this. “We can’t all be Mister
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