Boy, Is there

The phone buzzed.

Emily didn’t jump. She expected it.

She only glanced down once to check the name—Will—before tapping the screen.

The message preview said it all.

Will:
Holy shit.

Then another came in seconds later.

Will:
That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. No contest.

A pause.

More dots.

Then—

Will:
Are you trying to kill me?

And a moment after that, like he’d remembered how to breathe:

Will:
You’re stunning. That picture is going to live in my head forever. I’m not even hard this time—I’m just smiling like an idiot.

She stared at the screen, lips parting just slightly.

The compliment settled low in her chest like honey poured warm from the jar—slow, thick, sweet. And unexpected.

He wasn’t begging.

He wasn’t jerking off in the bathroom stall and describing it in detail.

He was just… overwhelmed.

And grateful.

And apparently smiling like an idiot.

Emily’s brow arched.

Not hard, huh?

Her tongue touched the back of her teeth as she smiled—a different kind of smile this time.

It wasn’t mean. But it wasn’t innocent either.

It wasn’t exactly nice to tell a woman her half-nude photo hadn’t made you hard, no matter how poetic you wrapped it.

She stood slowly, the quiet shift of fabric whispering across her shoulders.

Slipped her arms from the blouse completely. Let it fall gently across the chair.

Then reached behind her back, fingers unclasping the pale pink bra with practiced ease.

Her skin prickled in the cooler office air.

She crossed to the wall where the decorative mirror hung—more for aesthetics than function. Today, it served both.

She picked up the banana again from her desk. Let her free arm fold beneath her breasts, giving lift.

Raised her phone and angled it carefully.

The mirror reflection caught it all—her bare chest, the soft curve of her breasts lifted, the blouse hanging forgotten on the chair behind her. The banana rested just inside her mouth, parting her lips in a way no one could mistake for accidental.

Her face was cropped just above the tip of her nose. No eyes. Just mouth. Just suggestion.

Click.

She checked the photo.

It was bold. Ridiculous. Hot.

Exactly what she wanted.

She attached it to the message thread.

No caption.

Sent.

Then set the banana back on her desk and returned to her chair.

Still topless.

Still smiling.

And waiting.