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He followed her into the lift again. She'd had enough of this nonsense. In the photocopy room. By the water fountain. Even in the sandwich bar at lunchtime. Wherever she went. There he was. Lurking. Watching. Following her. Suggestive comments. Edging nearer. She could feel him closing in. He'd never actually touched her, but she knew it was only a matter of time. Time and opportunity. It had been going on for weeks now. She had to do something about it. The lift doors closed. She grabbed the front of his shirt, pulled him close and snogged his face off. He was bloody gorgeous!

Story by:

Astrid Hill

30 January 2014