Look at him, those thunderous thighs stomping into the room like they own the place. The sight of those tiny shorts hugging them. I could never pull those off! Not with my twigs for legs.

And that chest, it’s so broad, and his stomach is so tight, does he even eat? I just look at a chocolate bar and I gain a pound.

It’s not fair that chiseled jaw, those tree trunk arms. Why did God bless him with these attributes and not me?

Who is this Adonis? It wouldn’t be so bad if he was modest, but he knows how good he looks. He struts about and he flaunts himself like a floosey.

He taunts me with his presence, winks at me from across the room, blows a kiss and rubs his chin before pushing his fingers through his golden hair.

His piercing blue eyes stare at me from across the table and I can’t help but get lost in them.

He’s trapping me like a fly to honey and I can’t stop him.

I hate him and everything he does to me.

I want to be him, I want to be with him, I don’t know what I want from him. What does he want with me? I just wish he’d leave me alone and stop torturing me like this.

He needs to make up his mind does he want to kiss me or does he want to hit me.

I wish he’d just ignore me, but at the same time I long for his attention.

I wonder if he thinks of me the way I think of him.

No that’s not possible, I’m not worthy of him.

I’m simply a bug he likes to toy with before he burns.

I bet he was a bully in school. The big hard man everyone’s scared of. Well I’m not scared of him! He doesn’t frighten me.

Look at him coming over now.

He slams his hand on the desk. “Hey,” he smirks.

I take a deep breath and go to tell him what’s what, but then I just sink into my chair and avoid eye contact.

He laughs and walks away and I exhale again before seeing the slip of paper he left me on my desk.

“Come meet me in the toilets handsome x”

I look over to the toilet door and look around.

I smile to myself as I get up from my chair and head straight towards his trap.