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once. I get closer, expecting her to look up from the papers she’s studying intently. But when we’re two steps away, I’m still waiting for her to look up, to notice I’m walking towards her, to react to the person she has to feel coming right up on her. I know that I should move over or say something to stop her, but for some reason, I don’t. Or I can’t. At the exact moment that I am battling this internal dilemma, trying to get my mouth to stop her or my feet to move to the other side of the hall, Scott leans out of his office door and yells to me.
    “Hey Steve, remember, no promises for Friday. And you’re welcome!” That second that I turn around to shake my head at Scott, Leah looks up but not before running right into my chest and scattering her papers across the hall.
    When she looks up, I vaguely hear her mumble something but I’m not really paying attention because I’m mesmerized by her. Looking into those big blue eyes, even bigger in her look of sheer terror as she stares up at me, I feel like I can see into her soul. She’s absolutely beautiful, more stunning than I’ve ever gotten close enough to notice before. Making her even more attractive is the blush of her skin that tells me she’s thoroughly embarrassed.
    I froze when Leah ran into me. I knew who she was, we’d passed in the halls of the firm or seen each other around town at community functions, but we’d never said more than a word or two in all the years we’ve been running into one another. Also, we’ve never run into each other quite like this before. Never before had we had more physical contact than a quick handshake that had always left me wondering if I was crazily imagining feeling a spark from a mundane means of physical contact – something that I do twenty times a day. This contact left no question. There were definitely sparks, and I definitely wasn’t the only one to feel them.
    God, she smells good. Sweet, like flowers in bloom mixed with a little hint of her fabric softener. She is beautiful, no doubt about it, but she’d always seemed standoff-ish towards me. She always avoided eye contact, and I couldn’t figure out if she was just aloof or bordering on bitchy. Maybe because of the workload - I’m sure her job, and doing her job working for Scott, was exhausting. Or maybe she was a spoiled little rich girl? She always seemed like she had the potential to be nice enough but she never quite executed it. She is beautiful in a flawless, classic, pearl-wearing, private school attending, trust fund perfect kind of way.
    She has shiny, perfectly coifed chestnut hair - never one hair out of place. She dressed perfectly - in a way that is professional and simple but has just the slightest hint of sensuality. A frill that borders on rebellion – like today when she’s wearing a charcoal pencil skirt with a black fitted buttoned shirt unbuttoned just low enough to make me notice. I also notice the oversize pearl stud earrings and double stranded pearl necklace she’s wearing. Did she do that on purpose, or am I just such a pervy old man these days that I see sex everywhere? Maybe it’s time to drink less with Scott. I’m starting to think that he’s a bad influence.
    Usually Leah wears tall stilettos that made her legs look like they go on for miles. Today though, today she wears flats. I don’t think I’d ever seen her wear them before. Her being tall, almost able to look me in the eye is unquestionably sexy. It make her seem more confidant and assertive, like she knows who she was and she wears her skin well. But it was the perfect day to wear flats because when she ran into me, she ran right into my chest and before I could think about it I grabbed her waist to steady her and my head was in her hair until she looked up at me…fuck. What a look. I’m sure it was only a second but I felt like we looked at each other for an hour. I can’t remember the last time I looked at somebody like that, felt a spark like