I think the answer is obvious. Take her into the broom closet and

If you don't, then you should confront her and say "I would really like to take you into the broom closet and but I am a spineless limp wristed coward who has no balls and therefore could never allow this to happen without shitting in my fruit o the looms at the thought of talking to you. When I look at you I am overcome with a ravening lust, but at the same time a deep burning in my bowels forces me to admit to myself that I will never be more than a fantasizing perverted wuss and then I am forced to lock myself in the bathroom stall and wank my willy, then slink back to my cubicle to soak in my feelings of guilt and inadequacy for the remainder of the day.