My team recruited a freelance designer for a project. He's actually one of our previous employees, but had resigned years ago. I didn't get any close to him at that time. And since working together for this project, I came to realize that he's got a killer voice.
Shit! Bengal fell hard. For his voice. Shiiiiiit...
We sat side by side for the past 2 or 3 weeks. Imagine how I have to suffer through this sensual Spanish Inquisition.
I don't know who had started this kinda flirty banter. Maybe I've been sending some sort of come hither signal or maybe he became kinda attracted to me, we've been verrry flirty for the past few weeks. A running joke is how we wished there weren't any cameras in the office.
'Pssst, Bengal!' he'd whispered in my ear.
'Huh?' I'd surprisedly looked at him and would find his lips only centimeters from mine.
'If there's no camera...' he'd left the sentence hanging, then he'd wink and grin.
I'd grin widely, 'I know. Pffft...'
We'd both stare back at our own notebook, but once or twice he'd graze my thigh oh so softly and silently laugh. That flirt! :D
And I still have to endure his deep voice every time he speaks.
Damn, flirting is fun! ;)
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