Since reading this line in The Guardian, I have been unable to view this 'climbing into bed' as anything other than an erotic scenario, with the fact that both are, for some some factions of their own parties, selling out their 'principles' (yuk yuk!) only adding to the frisson. The nature of the office romance and the explanation for why so many occur, apart from the daily proximity, is that professional boundaries (plus maybe the spouse/partner at home)and the fear of being discovered (or even having emails and phone calls monitored) only add to the tension, the intoxicating sense of risk. And the tease is slow and therefore more intense; since the stakes are high, you have to play your cards carefully, cloaking your flirtatious statements and actions in ambiguity as far as possible so that you have a position to retreat to, but always trying to push it a little further every time, waiting for a sign, a glimmer of recognition, the reckless twinkle in the eye. Did you imagine it? Did that smile mean what you thought it meant? Did anyone else notice the complicit glance, the squeeze of the hand?
Imagine what it's like with the whole country watching, with the paps lurking outside your door. Surely the temptation becomes almost unbearable.
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