TO: ANUPAMAJOSHI@KAPADIACYBERSECURITY.COM
FROM: ANUJKAPADIA@KAPADIACYBERSECURITY.COM
Office bound. Meeting incoming. When I step out, I need my coffee fix. No whiff of lavender or any West Coast antics. Promptness is the key.
Don't lag.
Anuj
I release the hot curling iron into the sink, scanning his email repeatedly to confirm I've got it straight. Is this genuinely my gig now? Am I dolling up just to serve him coffee? Letting out a sigh, I muster the courage to type a response, grateful he's not standing in front of me.
TO: ANUJKAPADIA@KAPADIACYBERSECURITY.COM
FROM: ANUPAMAJOSHI@KAPADIACYBERSECURITY.COM
Went from pen provocateur to caffeine conveyor? Not sure if that's a career glow-up or a decoy for a demotion.
Your latte-loyal sidekick
Anupama
Satisfied with myself, I flash a grin, tossing my phone onto the counter and reclaiming my curling iron. I've already dabbled in a bit of makeup, having perhaps a tad too much fun with the array of new products from yesterday's shopping spree. The whole makeup routine turned surprisingly amusing with this arsenal of beauty artillery. Some products, I admit, left me clueless about their application sequence. Is cream blush a prequel to bronzer after foundation, or is it more of an intermission? Does eyebrow gel play before the pencil enters the stage? These are questions for my beauty aficionado pals, Devika and Stella, on our next chat. Fortunately, my naturally thick brows need minimal intervention, so a quick gel swipe suffices. I bet my friends are itching to guide me through the cosmetic maze, both being more makeup-savvy than I've ever been.
As I wrap up with my hair, sculpting those luscious dark waves, my phone buzzes with a notification. Triple-checking that I've turned off the iron, I place it on the heat-resistant pad and eagerly inspect Anuj's response, a grin held back but dancing in my eyes.
TO: ANUPAMAJOSHI@KAPADIACYBERSECURITY.COM
FROM: ANUJKAPADIA@KAPADIACYBERSECURITY.COM
Let's not kid ourselves; those pens were a tragedy. We both cringed through it. Coffee date plans were on my agenda, but you were busy indulging in some rather steamy dreams about me. Care to spill – were we sharing a latte, or was it a bit more scandalous?
Living rent-free in your wet dreams
Anuj
No need for blush; my cheeks are burning on their own. I envision him, surrounded by suits and ties, engaging in some high-stakes meeting, casually typing out these downright naughty musings. It's absurd how it ignites a heat within me. Anuj might be keeping his touch at bay, but his verbal prowess is relentless. The filthy phrases he weaves are becoming a formidable adversary to his actual touch – and that could pose a problem. Because, truth be told, the wicked words sliding off his tongue are starting to rival the pleasure of his lips on mine.
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