What's he doing here at THIS hour? I can't believe my luck!! Don't act like you're too pleased to see him! Oh, Christ, he looks fantastic! Be cool, don't scare him off! Is this the chance I've been waiting for? "Hi Paul! Working late?" I managed to emit.What's he doing here at THIS hour? I can't believe my luck!! Don't act like you're too pleased to see him! Oh, Christ, he looks fantastic! Be cool, don't scare him off! Is this the chance I've been waiting for? "Hi Paul! Working late?" I managed to emit. Well, at least my surprise was genuine, and maybe the flush on my cheeks could be attributed to the cold. He couldn't have known (could he have?) how intensely I was attracted to him. The sight of him, even his mere presence affected me in a most distractingly physical and emotional way. It was like the girlish crushes I thought I'd left behind in high school, only with a more adult aspect of blatant sexuality. I wanted him -- badly. He smiled (God, what a fantastic smile!) and greeted me warmly: "Hey there, Holly!" And the way his mouth formed the sound of my name, the pleasure I imagined I heard behind his voice at seeing me, they seemed to me to be actual physical vectors oriented towards my sex, and I immediately felt a familiar urgency begin to build inside me. Paul closed the heavy cold room door behind himself, seated himself at the lab bench adjacent to mine and began to aliquot portions of enzyme into test tubes, while I, with a great deal of difficulty, returned to my own project. |