It’s just any other Monday morning in the office. You, half-asleep and lacking caffeine, begin your morning ritual – you pour a cup of coffee, grab a donut, and head into the copy room to make copies for a morning meeting. You press “Start” on the copier and your mind drifts off as the low hum of the machine goes about its work. Softly, you hear the door close behind you. Startled, you spin around and we lock eyes. You’ve seen me watching you – once in the break room, a few times after returning from lunch. I approach you and hover, an inch from your face. Seconds pass. I kiss you. You seem to enjoy it, but suddenly push me away and slap me. I look you in the eyes. Your eyes have fire – pure excitement, not fear. I kiss you again, harder, as I draw your body to mine. I caress your breasts and fondle your hard nipples. I realize you’re not wearing a bra, and this drives me wild.