Only the Lies: 6 (Only You)

Him: Six foot four inches. Thor look-alike. Kickass black belt ninja man and gym owner.Me: Barely five foot. Resembles an overstuffed dumpling. Semi-decent receptionist of the office across the road. Match made in heaven? I think so. Which is why I get to work early each morning and stare longingly out the window desperate for my daily glimpse of him. The man doesnt know Im alive and I dont have the lady balls to do anything about it. Until the postman delivers the gyms mail to my office. Its the perfect excuse to strut over there and introduce myself right? Wrong. When he mistakes me for someone else Im so blinded by his abs that I dont correct him. And now hes calling me someone elses name and I dont know how to turn this around apart from to bolt back to my desk with my ass jiggling behind me. I never expected hed follow me. Or anything that happened next.