Sex and the Sleepy

So I woke up late this morning and bombed into work sporting a headband lest anyone see my hair which was bordering on the GARTIPOC day #5.  The reason I gave the guys at work that I overslept?  I thought it was Saturday.  The real reason I overslept?

I had a DREAM about one of them.  

Yeah, like THAT kind of dream.  And it was a good dream.  So good that it kept me from waking up on time.  I have been a mess all day.  

Everything he (read: Starring Member, or ahem, Leading Man in my Dream) said I heard as either:

1)  Innuendo

2) Evidence that he knew EXACTLY what I had dreamt about.

"Good Morning!" he said as I walked into the office.

I giggled.

"SSG, I'm going down, what do you want?"

"Nothing!  Don't want you going down.  Don't.  Want.  Anything.  Don't.  Uh uh.  Nope.  Nothing."  

"You okay?  You sure you don't need anything?"

"Nope, nope, don't need a thing."  I shuffled papers around and looked up at the ceiling. 

During lunch:

"Want a bite of my burrito?"

"OH MY GOSH, NOIDON'TWANTABITEOFYOURBURRITO!"

After lunch:

"Man, sometimes I wished I smoked.  I could really use a cigarette right about now."

I literally blushed, laughed uncontrollably and ran back to my cubicle.  But not before hearing:

"Dude, what's gotten into her today?"

You have absolutely NO idea.  

And I will do everything in my power to keep it that way.