I open the door - I have a job to do

I tried to calm down.
After I had convinced myself that everything was normal, I knocked on the door. Within a split second, the lady sat upright in her chair, the chat window had disappeared from the screen and she turned to me.
I opened the door and entered.
"I didn't mean to disturb ... I'm coming for the copy machine." I said as her face turned a nice shade of crimson.
So she did it ... Or did she not?
"You've been standing in front of the office for a while, haven't you?" The question hit me square in my face. "Err, yes, but I wanted ... I thought ..." Now it was me whose face resembled a tomato. "I really did not want to disturb you. I just ... "I stared at the art print on the wall, at the desk, out of the window - anywhere, just so I didn't have to look her in the eye. Unfortunately, my view was caught by her cleavage. The standard description of men for your women's breast size was correct here. Stupid as it may sound, it was a good hand ful. Twice. Not too much for her delicate body. I caught myself wondering what color her bra would have.
"You like to get excited about the sight of young ladies?"
That phrase hit me like a punch. I looked at her.
Her eyes pointed down. And I suddenly realized that my wishful thinking had become independent.
Touché.