I guess you could call it a scandal.

I guess you could say it was "unprofessional" or "unlady-like" on my part.

But it was my desire.


I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on him, his hazel eyes almost beckoning me to draw near, I wanted him. I wanted him to be mine. His body language said it all as the glances turned to stares. 

He walked by, and with a small touch he gently caressed my back. I flirtatiously moved my eyes to his and he was looking back with a smirk. Oh, that devilish smirk that made my whole body dance with pure enjoyment.

Who was he? What was his name? Oh, but did it matter? His eyes said it all.

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