I'm not even looking at her but yet I know she's watching me and I could tell you from memory everything about that look. It's one I see daily, the one where she's trying to be angry but instead wants to laugh, I couldn't even tell you what I've supposedly done but if she wants our relationship kept a secret then she's going to have to stop looking at me like that.
He thinks he's so funny, who am I kidding? He is, I'm trying to tell him off but I know that if I open my mouth right now then it'll end up in a fit of giggles and that won't help in the slightest. Now he's giving me an odd look but I know exactly what it means, it's a look shared between us everyday when passion and desire becomes too much. A look that means 'meet you outside' where he can kiss me and tell me he loves me.
She's got the meaning of my look like I got hers and we're now both out at the back of the building in our usual meeting spot.
"You're going to have to stop with that look ma'am, it's sexy as hell." I tell her as she melts into my kiss.
"And you're going to have to stop with yours, I can't concentrate when you do it and sometimes it's a good 10 minutes before I can sneak away."
"Like I say, it's all your fault."
"Oh well I'm so sorry." She's saying not at all apologetically, in fact exactly the opposite, as she leans forward and kisses me again.
I hate these times during the day when risk of being caught is highest and when we have 5 minutes at best together. Admittedly though it makes the day a lot easier to cope with but it's never enough. Evening's are the best when we have hours all to ourselves with the chance of being found out incredibly low. Our relationship shouldn't work, I'm his boss, he's station heart throb, not to mention the age difference but when we're together none of that matters because despite the odds of it not working, it does and brilliantly at that.