The next week passed by with excruciating slowness.
After we had finished up on Friday, and after we discovered that he had accidentally ripped my dress, we decided that this couldn’t be something that interrupted our daily life in the office. My job was too important to me to become someone that got caught screwing around during work hours, even if the idea excited me beyond reason.
When we came back to work on Monday, things seemed normal. We discussed our weekends and the upcoming week, made jokes as we ate lunch with coworkers, and generally seemed to ignore each other while we were actually working.
Of course, I wasn’t actually ignoring him. I was acutely aware of what he was doing: when he went to the copier, when he was clearly browsing social media sites instead of working, and when I felt him looking over at me. This little game was interesting. If I caught him looking at me, he would purposefully take his time moving his eyes down my body; by the time he would make it back up to my face, I could feel myself blushing.