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It was just another ordinary summer day, I thought, pulling on my favourite tartan skirt. The soft, lightweight material was perfect for the sweltering heat, and the vibrant colours seemed to match my bubbly mood. I paired it with a simple white blouse, leaving a few buttons open for that breezy, relaxed look.
As I walked into my office that morning, I noticed something different in the air. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was the playful swish of my skirt against my thighs, but there was an unusual electrifying charge in the atmosphere. I found myself in the eye of my colleague, Tom, more often than usual. His gaze would flicker to my tartan skirt, and I noticed a hint of intrigue in his eyes.
As the day passed, our flirtatious back-and-forths started to build up some tension. With each teasing glance and light touch, I felt the electricity between us growing. The pleats of my tartan skirt dancing as I moved seemed to mirror this growing anticipation.
Throughout the day, Tom started to make more subtle moves. He would find excuses to come over to my desk — asking for help with a task, or sharing a funny meme he found on the internet. Each time, his fingers would lightly graze mine or his arm would subtly brush against mine. It was all very innocent, yet each touch sent a jolt of electricity through my body, my senses heightened by the growing tension between us.
