How are things going in the office?
I look at your text again. I’ve written and erased a reply probably a dozen times. I’m so touched that you remembered my birthday and reached out. I’m a little giddy that you remembered my birthday even after leaving the office. I keep trying out replies.
The new guy is such an asshole. No, too bitchy.
The new guy sucks compared to you. Too kiss ass
I wish you were still my boss. Too formal
I want you back here so bad. Too needy
I wish you were still my boss. That’s probably good but not what I really want to say…
I wish you were still working next to me. Still okay but probably getting close to the line.
I wish I still worked under you. Definitely getting more suggestive.
I wish I still got to see you every day and daydream about you grabbing me and taking me.
I wonder what you would do if I just hit send on that… I’m so glad we have different phones, so you can’t see how much I’ve been typing thinking about just how to reply. I don’t have to explain that I want to tell you that I’ve been thinking about all those times we had to look at the same paperwork or the same screen, that you were so close that I could smell your scent mixed with your cologne. That I wish I knew what scent it was so I could smell it while I touch myself at night thinking about you.
The pencil-necked new guy is talking at me, but I can’t even pay attention to what he’s saying. I’m looking in his direction like I’m paying attention, but I’m just thinking about you. I’m just imagining if you were in front of me instead. Back like when you worked here and I would flirt with you, apparently too subtly. Thinking now about the ways I wish I had been more forward, ways I wish I had dressed to make it more obvious, ways I wish I had made it more clear to you how badly I wanted to throw myself at you.