9:24am

This was his second week at the internship, and he already wanted to blow the place up. His boss was the epitome of bossiness, and his colleagues were no better. As he walked into the office this morning, something caught his eye. Down in the right corner of the small office he shared with Mrs Folake and five other interns was a brand new refrigerator straight out of the delivery box. It hummed in unison with the air conditioner that threatened to freeze him to death. Someone stood right in front of the fridge searching for something. Her back was to him, and he couldn't help but notice her legs—shapely, short, strong legs that stood out in her leggings. He slowly worked his way up and stopped dead at her buttocks. It looked so much like the peach emoji, and all he could think of was squeezing them. He started working his way up again when he was rudely interrupted by someone who opened the door so hard that it hit him. Uncomfortably, he jerked forward and sighed. His gesture caught her attention, and she looked back.

"Guy, I'm sorry," Towale, his fellow intern, said as he walked backwards into the room carrying a pile of books.

He nodded at Towale, still not in the mood to talk for fear of embarrassing himself in front of the lady by the fridge. He walked to his seat and sat down, trying his best to ignore everyone.

11:01am

It seemed like he had worked for hours when he stood up and stretched.

"This should work perfectly now," he said to the lady who was staring intently at her screen.

"If you lose connection again, you can call the IT unit, and I'll come", she smiled and thanked him as he turned to leave.

This is the best part of his job, going to each office and setting up hardware. That way he got to meet a lot of the beautiful women who worked in the office. He recalled how one woman had called him a handsome boy earlier, and his dirty mind drifted to thoughts of how it would feel to fuck her. He walked downstairs and headed towards the restroom. Opposite the males, the door to the females opened, and out walked the girl in the leggings from the office. She looked up and smiled at him, a simple gesture that sent a rush of adrenaline through his body and ended at his groin. He mentally scolded himself for being such a pervert. She was talking now, but he wasn't listening; her presence made him nervous.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I was asking if you were a student." Her boldness was evident in the way she held his gaze as she spoke.

"Oh, I'm doing my IT work here. Do you work here, too? I've never seen you before."

She laughed. "No, I'm on vacation; I just occasionally come here with my mother, she works here."

She was Mrs Folake's daughter, and he could see a little resemblance now. He suddenly felt foolish, she looked too young anyway, and she wore her hair in a low cut – probably a secondary school girl. She looked so innocent and couldn't be more than sixteen, and he felt guilty for being attracted to her. She smiled again and left.

12:24pm

He was back at the office and seated again, scrolling through the computer. The office was once again empty, everyone had gone for a break except Mrs Folake and her pretty daughter. He stared at her behind his glasses but didn't want to make it too obvious. She said something to her mother, stood up and left the office. His eyes unconsciously followed until the door closed behind her. He slowly rolled his eyes only to see that Mrs Folake was staring straight at him. She wasn't smiling, and heat rushed through his body. The tension in the room grew and was weighing down on him. She didn't look away, but the look in her eyes could have killed him. He couldn't get himself to turn away from her scrutinising gaze. 

He decided to leave the room quickly and pretend that nothing happened. As he stood, he finally noticed the large, very uncomfortable bulge in his trousers. In a split second, her eyes must have caught it because they were wide as saucers now and her mouth hung open. He ran out of the office. 'I'll never come back here again,' he thought.