This really hot guy in construction rode the elevator up with me to the 18th floor. He was blonde, tall, and slightly ruggish-looking with a sleeve of tats on one arm and a pretty decent build. He asked me, “Is anyone working on anything up on the 18th floor.” And I said, “I don’t think so.”

It wasn’t until I walked into the office and realized what I should have said:

“You can work on me if you want to.”

Damn!

There’s no way I would’ve said it, but it was a nice thought.

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