Who Needs Decaf? (Tanya Michaels).

There's no way I can keep it up at this caffeine level." Said Sheryl as she twirled her coffee cup in the bright sun light. She had long dark hair, skin that looked alabaster under the white heat, full emerald eyes and a body which didn't skimp on any department.

But all this effort had been for nothing. Perhaps she was just a natural caffeine reserve? Yeah, that'll help her deal with the stress of her situation! Unfortunately, as if on cue, her boss Zachard burst into her office, his suit streaked with spilled coffee. Once a handsome guy, he had since been divorced and seemingly weakened by a career outside the sack. He could barely sit down for the amount of time the weight of his chest must have taken to do so. Sheryl shook her head. Man, she did not need this. Whatever was wrong with him today, ugh.

Then a man entered her window, scanning her over with green eyes like cameras. Maybe she could take a bit out. Sheryl stared back, waiting, looking for what she wanted. As a female, she should know how to pick out the best guys. What better than this tall, muscular, smoldering suave dude here! Wait, who did she see across the street, trying to get past the ex? Nathan that was his name. Sheryl contemplated her options, then fought for mental control, summoning him to come to work even if she had to force the jerk downstairs first. Nathan slowly approached her desk, his gaze heated enough to fuel a nation's fledgling dreams of space exploration. Never let it be said that Sheryl was easily intimidated. "Yeah! Whoa! He's my new guy!" Sheryl exclaimed as Nathan slammed into her desk. Coffee mugs flew, papers scattered, but this was the best night on the planet for Sheryl. Thirteen years ago at a high school party, she met Nathan. They never seemed to make it work, but maybe they were meant for each other! Ohhhh.