OH MY GOD! Now this is officially embarrassing! Half of the office know that I fancy him. I wonder if he knows? Or is this just a harmless slow dance? He’s whispering something in my ear. It sounds like “ Everybody is watching us” but I’m not really concentrating on that, or Etta James singing ‘At Last’. I just like the sound of him whispering on my ear as he holds me close. Bloody hell, he smells nice. CK One if I’m not mistaken. I can see Chelsea and Memphis on the other side of the room, laughing at how awkward I feel. Wanker’s! Over to my left Eva Girard mouths the words ‘You look beautiful’. Now I’m really feeling hot in here. His hand is on my lower back . I wouldn’t mind that if there we were alone. Shit, he could go a bit lower and get a little feel of Christmas if we were alone. But we’re not! I just pray he doesn’t breathe on my neck. I’ll turn into putty if he does that. OH F**K! I shouldn’t have wolfed down those Shrimp Puffs earlier on. My breathe must reek. God,I’m thirsty. I just wanna take him into a quiet corner and snog his face off. I don’t care whose watching. Or what they might say at work on Monday. I just want this dance to last a bit longer just in case this is the only time we get together like this. After all, he has a
girlfriend… who is TOTALLY wrong for him. I’m just saying. Lucky bitch!