Arthit's nose flared up, as the familiar sensual perfume spread through the office.
Arthit inhaled deeply and filled his lungs. If he could have it his way, he would like to smell it directly from the source.
But, the distance.
The decorum.
One could say, that the said perfume wasn't sensual at all.
How could it be?
This was a workplace. And there were ethics and rule.
And if Arthit wasn't a man so smitten, he would have agreed too. But right now, it did things to his body.
He hated it and liked it too.
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Arthit worked in his computer as the phone started ringing.
He smiled.
When did it happened, that he started humming along the ringtone.
And when the phone was picked up and a voice answered it, Arthit diverted half his attention to listen to the baritone of that voice.
He simply loved it.
He could hear it all day.
But unfortunately, it was rarely directed at him.
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Arthit sideways looked at him as his boss talked.
But more than his face, Arthit was looking at his lips and teeth.
Fortunately, the boss was working on his computer.
Arthit had fantasized a lot about those lips. In many situations.
And his most favourite fantasy, was sitting on his boss's lap and kissing him softly.
As his boss stopped speaking, his reverie broke and he almost but fled.
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Arthit watched sneakily as his boss roamed around the office and talked in his phone.
It was his daily evening habit.
As soon as the boss turned around to walk away, Arthit would quickly look up from his computer and stare at his back longingly.
Then would look down again, as his boss would come this direction again.
He sighed.
He hated and loved the back view of his boss.
His boss was tall and handsome to begin with, even his back view was perfect.
And Arthit would tell you, how stunning, his boss's face's, side profile was.
He just wanted to run his nose against that sharp jawline.
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Arthit sighed again.
He had been sighing a lot these days.
Because he wanted to know, if his boss found him even a tiny bit attractive.
Because all his actions told otherwise.
How to know?
How to reassure?
How to stop?
How to prevent heartbreak?
Which he was sure would follow.
Sometimes, he felt that his wish was true. But most of the time he felt otherwise.
It was a torture to be so high happy and then sad at the same day.
Should he continue?
Should he give up?
What's even there in the future?
Nothing.
What's the problems between them.
The distance.
Why? Because he never dared go chat with his boss.
And the boss rarely paid him attention.
Maybe he should stop.
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His heart skipped a beat as he noticed the familiar smell. His boss had already arrived.
And Arthit's treacherous heart was still beating for him.
He sighed and started making his morning greetings. At last he looked to the way of his boss and caught him staring.
The boss was already looking at him, and he quickly looked away.
Arthit smiled, so he was not the only one.
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