I want you

You've come into my work a handful of times now. You're very tall, muscular, blonde, groomed, sleeved in tats, always so very kind, polite, "please" and "thank you", but I do not doubt you take care of business be it with a man or woman. You excite me. Your deep voice. Your accent. Russian, perhaps. I don't know what color eyes you have. I'm afraid to look into them. I don't want you to see in my eyes the things I fantasize about you in the middle of the night. The things I want you to do to me.