Because, during the day I always have a schoolgirl crush on the most brilliant man in the room, but am resigned to the fact that professional behavior is a requisite of business success (I, of course, learned the hard way.) So I never indulge myself. I never succumb to a man's flirtation. I never wear anything but perfectly tailored suits that skim my body but don't show it. I return every man's gaze with a ladylike blink, as if I haven't noticed. But I wonder if this man knows how much I want him, how close I am to not being able to restrain myself. I am so alert, so attuned to his every movement, I want nothing more than to look at him directly. To stare him down. I want it to be raw and intimate. I want to see him, to watch his desire for me.