Dear Mister...**strike out** no, too formal.
Hey there sweet cheeks *strike out* no, too forward.
To whom it may concern,
Full disclosure; before we move forward with this email, I
would like it to be known that I have consumed an adequate amount of alcoholic
beverages to intoxicate myself tonight. Three margaritas, two shots, and one
beer—because it was free.
I think it’s important to be open and honest with your
co-workers, don’t you?
So here I am, being honest. Drunk but honest. Or just drunk
with lust? You decide.
I like you so much it’s clouding my judgment and making me
do things I never would sober. Like write this letter.
I have a hopeless, foolish, schoolgirl crush on you when you
are the last person on earth I should be falling for. Did you know people
around the office call you a sadist? An egomaniac. An insensitive, arrogant
prick. Your bark is worse then your bite, and you don’t scare me. The fact is,
I’d love that bite of yours to nip at my bare skin while we’re both wearing
nothing but sheets.
For once I want you to look at me as more than one of your
employees.
And as long as we're being honest, that navy blue suit you
wear? With the crisp white shirt? It really makes me want to loosen your tie
and show you who’s boss.
Love,
Sincerely,
Yours.
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I open the company messenger app on my phone and scroll through the
executive names, knowing full well I’m about to break a policy. It’s the
company’s phone, and the company’s app, and I’m about to use it for personal
use. To flirt.
With my boss.
I close my eyes, find his name—next to it is a little, green dot,
which means. . .
He’s on the app.
I’ve never talked to him live before so this is a huge step, but
then again, it might be more fun to get his initial reactions to my comments.
Debating it for all but two seconds, I type out a message to him,
making sure I’m signed on under my LSY persona.
My text turns into a new message on the app and I wait on bated
breath to see if he will respond. Nerves prickle up my spine, my fingers
feeling numb, my mind playing mutiny with my heart just as little dots appear
letting me know he’s typing.
Oh God, I don’t think I’ve been more excited.
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