She arrives at the office at 8am on the dot, ever the perfect employee. I feel like a puppy whose owner just came home. I want to go talk to her and figure out where her head is at with this whole situation, but I know that's not the right move. She'll come to me when she's ready.
I also wait because I need to learn some f-cking restraint. This is not me, it never has been. People need me, not the other way around. I'd like to think this is just because I haven't been with a woman in a while, but I make sure to visit a very discreet club once a week to get the itch scratched.
She'll eventually be coming into my office to bring me a coffee, so I force myself to focus on my work until then. I take my laptop to an armchair that I swivel to face out the window so that I can't give into temp
