A Flutter

When someone comes into our spy cave unannounced, I'm often sent to intercept them. Partly because I can be quite charming when I need to be and partly because I can always use my spy moves to make them forget they ever were there in the first place.

So last week, when someone came wandering through our cave, I went out to intercept.

"Hey there, you look lost, can I help you?" I said, all smiles and perk.

And I was a little taken aback to discover that what I'd thought was a woman (longish black hair and shoes that had heels) was rather an interesting looking man with an obvious artistic flair.

He introduced himself as a son of one of my co-spies and as I reached out to shake his hand, he took my hand in both of his and looked me right in my eyes and I think I fainted.

Well, no, of course I didn't, but my brain did and my legs went a little jelly. In that moment, he became sexy. So very.

I maintained my composure and helped him find where he was trying to go but damn if I hadn't been struck by one of those moments of attraction you just don't see coming.

I don't know if it was the confidence or the artist or the performer or what but had he asked me to meet him after work for a drink and some not-at-all-innocent pillow time I would have happily gone.

I assume it happens to everyone, but there are just some men that get right through my defenses. They are instantly sexy and attractive and I want to sleep with them even if they are not particularly any of these things. I can't explain it logically. I suppose it's my own version of the "X factor" or something.

I couldn't stop thinking about this guy all day or all night.

And I think I can honestly say it's been a while since I've had that intense of an attraction to someone.

Musicians, damn it...they're my kryptonite.