Flirting Barrier, et al.

So I need to add a new part to my list of people I might want to do: my boss.

That's right, my boss.

Who totally broke the Flirting Barrier today.

I probably don't need to explain the flirting barrier, but I'm going to do it anyway.

The Flirting Barrier is that little area where you KNOW it's wrong to flirt with a person, either due to age or sexual orentation, or-as is my case- it's against ConglomoMart policy.

It all started yesterday, when I went to ConglomoMart to drop Queen off for work at FastFoodLand. We've been sharing a vehicle lately, and I decide to utilize some time to just shop, and enjoy myself for once. I ran into a coworker and we decided to walk around together for a while and scope out the guys (which is why I love living and working at the beach, because most guys here are topnotch and burnished bright brown). The conversation came around to which employees we thought were worth looking out. I, of course, stated that Ace is the best looking guy to me at the store- just like a faithful girl should. Because he is. He's the one guy at the store I want to FUCK my brains out. Not just have sex with me, but to FUCK me until I walk on legs made of jelly and I can't speak. I want him bad. That's a fact that goes without saying most of the time. After stating the obvious, my attention turned to other stockman and my friend Joker, and other people.

Then we take the turn into automotive- my department, where my hot boss is reclining in the office talking to one of the techs. I pick up something that I needed and my co-worker and I continue on our way. Conversation turns to said hot boss. Co-worker says that he's cute. I say, "He's kinda cute." giggle giggle

From behind me, I hear- "Thank you." HOT BOSS WAS RIGHT BEHIND US!!! He heard every word. I turn a furious blushing red and hurry on my way, thinking to myself, "Great! Now I'll never be able to face him at work again."

Today comes. 6-6-6. The end of the world. Also know as the day the Flirting Barrier was broken. It started innocently enough. Queen took me to work, we walked around for a few minutes. I did my daily worship of the Triple H picture over by electronics, and then clocked in for work.

It was sllllooowwwww back in the automotive department. So slow that Hot Boss sent one of the workers home early and some of the techs started complaining that they wanted to go home, too. I was standing maybe a foot away from Hot Boss, and joking with him and the techs when he grabbed this feather duster thing that I usually have attached to my hand (it's a quirk of mine, I can't stand dust) and thrust it in my face, tickling my neck and face with it. I'm extremely ticklish, so I giggled. The techs had by this time made their way back into the shop and Hot Boss and I were quite alone. He reaches out, lightning fast, and draws me close- and then gives me a noogie! I know how silly that sounds, but he at that point broke the Flirting Barrier that I'd set up so carefully. I'm not the kind of person that likes to be touched but by a few people. By touching me, he broke that comfort zone I had- and also bumped himself from kinda cute to totally hot. I felt that old familiar feeling that usually signals having to go to the bathroom to relieve a little stress. I repressed that, and twenty minutes later I was bursting at the seams to tell someone- so I called Queen and let her know.

So now a new facet has been added to the workplace. Me, Queen, Ace, and Hot Boss- all together under the same roof. Will the squishiness ever end?