Right Now

In my store, there is a very very hot guy trying on a track jacket like mine. In order to get it on, he had to take off his sweater, revealing his absolutely to-die-for-right-here-on-floor body. He's so hot I melt when he speaks, and I try not to stare at him. Walking around, he's actively inspiring me to start running.


Problem is, I know he's probably related to my boss.