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Have you ever come across someone that just makes your heart race when ever they enter the room?

It's a wonderful feeling. A little lonely at times when you lack the courage to speak the words you so badly wish to and your life choices forbid it.

This story is based upon those feelings never dared ventured and the sometimes overwhelming desire to have what you know you never will.

It started as a very average day at work. The only acceptation being he was expected to arrive for an inspection of the store, and as usual the hour he would arrive was unknown.

As always I knew he would be coming and took careful planning in what I wanted to slip on under that ugly uniform they insist we wear.

It's rather difficult to feel sexy in a polo shirt and knit pants. But the trick is what's worn under it, possibly nothing at all.

To far over the top?.. well perhaps, but the bar is set rather high where I'm concerned, one of my faults I suppose.

I end up picking a sheer aqua lace bra and panties. (Not that I thought he would ever see it), but what the hell a girl has to dream right?

I arrived at work as usual, my hair still damp from the shower, the soft scent of Opium following as I entered the store.

And like clock work a co-worker comments after seeing me enter *quot;Oh we must have an inspection today*quot;... and honestly I don't mind the harassing it always makes me smile a little wider. Besides its no secret I think he's yummy.

All the usual people come in for their morning coffee and harassment by the cashiers, (not that they mind in the least), its expected by some, there is a certain pride in knowing customers are relaxed enough to joke a bit and start the day off with a smile.

As I think about it, its rather funny, even the armor drivers know when we are being inspected because of the way I look... that's bad! Sad but true.

The day continues as any other and I find myself glancing at the clock every so often, and that flutter of butterflies swirling in my tummy increasing as the hours pass way to slowly.

The soft tone of the doors ringer goes off as it always does and as if in stereo all three of us say hello at the same time. My eyes leave the transaction in progress just long enough to see he's arrived. I can't help but smile as I finish the sale.

As luck would have it I was stationed at the register nearest the office (truly believing now that there is a God).

I go through the motions of making a few safe drops, glancing up as he crosses the room, my hands trembling a little as he nears my station in route to the office . Thinking surely he must be able to hear the pounding in my chest.

My breath catches in my throat slightly as he passes and the change in my breathing goes unnoticed (or so I thought).

I cant help but wonder what it is about this man that interests me so... the dimples are cute... being a short woman the fact I can look almost directly in his eyes is quite a refreshing change. The air of strength in the way he carries himself doesn't hurt matters either .... granted he's a looker, but it goes deeper than that.

The few times our eyes have met, I could swear he was able read my mind, scary thought that considering how he makes me feel.

Now that I was able to breath again I moved on about my duties, getting a little nudge from my boss as she had to comment... *quot;He's all alone in the office*quot; and laughed.

I could feel the blush come to my face at the comment, but did my best to ignore her and didn't say a word.

Smiling to myself as I stocked the coffee area. Not surprised in the least we were out of 24 oz cups giving me a very real reason for going into the office, thinking a reason was needed, if only for my benefit.

As I walked toward the office door I could feel her eyes on me. *quot;Don't say it boss lady*quot; were the only words spoken as I entered the office. Glancing back just long enough to stick out my tongue at her and see her loose it laughing, as she headed out the door for a smoke.

My heart racing as I rounded the shelves to my right just inside the office door, and trying so hard to appear calm as I went about my business, but failing miserably.

My fingertips barely reaching the edge of the cups needed, I turned to find the step stool when he offered help.

I had to smile as he rose from the desk, (the thoughts that run through your mind when that close to the promise land and yet so far,it kills you).

Stepping aside a little as he nears. Watching the way he moves, taking in the smallest of details, his face, hair, eyes and totally amazed at how that smile melts me every time.

Barely managing a thank you as he hands me the cups.

*quot;Are you going tonight?*quot;

Knowing full well what he was speaking of, esenyurt otele gelen escort but unprepared for the question.

*quot;Yes, I think so, it would be nice to see everyone in a different setting, no fuel alarms going off or mouthy customers to worry about*quot; ,not sure if I was even breathing at this point.

He just smiled as he returned to the desk. *quot;see you there then*quot;

Walking back to the coffee area I have to admit I was a little dazed. My mind going a million miles a minute.. what to wear.. how to do my hair, typical woman stuff I suppose.

He left rather quickly after the inspection, another stop in his busy day I'm guessing, but he did make a point of saying good bye.

The rest of the shift seemed to drag on forever.

After getting home finally. I tore through my closet searching for that perfect something to wear. Casual but just the right amount of sexy tossed in for good measure.

Deciding on a nice fitting pair of jeans a cute little tube top.. (thinking that the *quot;no body's angel*quot; one is good, nice play on words everything considered) a white sheer long sleeved blouse to cover it, my black boots and belt.

Jumping in the warmth of the tub painfully aware of the time, knowing the next three hours were going to be, well, lets say time well spent?

Sinking below the surface of the water, a little dizzy from the images dancing through my mind.

Close attention to every aspect of my appearance top priority. The regular check list of things to do, (well for me). Hair washed