i’m a bad girl

You would probably think I learned a lesson from the whole Seal situation. Or Hot IT Guy. But alas, I did not. Today a new work crush surfaced in the form of a newly-hired piece of eye candy that had me sweating through my button-down dress shirt.

I first saw him as I walked back into the building after my afternoon Starbucks run. Cute, he was, in his navy blue polo and khakis. And do not for a second think I didn’t notice his complete doubletake as he saw me walking in wearing my black pencil skirt, white button-down and 5″ pink zebra stilettos. He totally did and I knew it. I loved it. But he was foreign to me. I thought him to be a visitor to our building and thought little of it.

But later in the day, as I sat in The Astrologer’s office, he walked by and this time I did a doubletake.

“Who is he?” I asked her, knowing full well the VP of Operations would know.

She laughed. “As soon as I saw him I thought of you.”

“I must meet him!”

Tall. Dark. Delicious. My hormones are raging!

“I’ll introduce you. He’s the new head of facilities.”

Jackpot, I thought.

And when he passed by again she called out to The New Guy to come into her office.

And… Well, oh wow! He was not only attractive, but very personable. Friendly. And a New Yorker. I love me a man from NY.

No wedding ring? Check.

Great smile? Double check.

My flirting was off the charts.

I was instantly smitten with The New Guy. I wanted him. Bad.

He stuck around, too. We all easily chatted. I flirted. He flirted back. It was professional and innocent, but enough for The Astrologer to declare after he left that she had never seen me like that.

I can’t lie. This dry spell has done shit to me. And I wanted him. Him. And I get what I want. And I know when I can get it.

I can get that.

We laughed. Joked. I took jabs, he returned them. I knew we’d have passionate sex and all I could think of was that offer letter I’m waiting for. I could easily fuck and forget if I had that offer letter.

But his smile burned into me.

I blushed.

I got sweaty.

I. Wanted. Him.

And then he finally left and I fanned myself with my hand in an exaggerated way. “Whew! I like him,” I said to The Astrologer. She laughed.

Later in the day I went down to HR to say hello to my favorite HR director, and to thank him for hiring some new eye candy, when I ran into The New Guy again. I pretended like I didn’t see him as I chatted with the female security guard who admired my shoes and the the VP of HR. But he begged for my attention, letting vp walk off as he tried to further engage me.

He wants me, too. I saw it in his eyes.

And all I heard in my head at that moment was Tank’s song Scream.

Because that’s what I wanted. Because that’s what I need right now.

Bad girl. That’s me.

I flirted a little. He flirted mercilessly. I knew he’d rock my world and I’d so let him.

And now I have a new work crush. I’m sure I’m not the only one in the building pining over this hot new piece of ass, but knowing that as soon as that offer letter hits me I’m out gives me a confidence I haven’t known before.

Fuck all you prudes who pretend like you couldn’t just get a good piece of ass when it stares you in the face, because I’m not that girl. I want what I want.

And I’ll let him hear me scream.

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