When I wasn't looking...

This has gone on long enough. I'll never get a chance to talk to Amanda by conventional means. I pull her into an empty cubicle and she gasps in surprise.

"What are you doing?" She hisses. Her free hand comes down to slap me across the face, but I grab her wrist and pin both her hands behind her back. Her body is so close to mine that I can feel her breath on my neck. As she tries to break free, her leg brushes against mine.

"I need to talk to you," I whisper. But I've never been this close to a woman before, and my raging hormones are telling me I need something else...