My core was tight and my gaze glued forward as I strolled past her with measured strides. The image of my dream was too vivid in my head to suppress and I knew if I looked at her, my cock would burst out of my suit.
“Good morning, Hayden,” that sweet, sultry voice hummed, accompanied by a cute, sigh-like yawn. My cock twitched in my boxers. Fuck, I felt like a teenager again. The wind could blow the wrong way and I would cum. I was shocked at how hot my skin felt, throbbing with arousal, as the smell of her perfume, shampoo, whatever it was… flooded my nostrils; it was subtle enough to not overpower, but powerful enough to not be subtle. Rose and bergamot. I cleared my throat and grunted out an impatient , “Morning,” in response. In my peripheral vision, I saw her bright expression falter just a little. Had I hurt her feelings?