Hi... I'm Emma. Tom and I both started our internships in the same building, which seemed like such a dream at first. We're in different departments, of course, and it's been... interesting. Tom is wonderful, really, and I love him dearly... but some things are just hard to ignore.
A few weeks ago, I walked into your office while you were napping on the couch. You didn't even wake up, but I saw... I saw something. Your pants were pressed so tightly against you, and I could tell—I just knew—that what was hidden there was magnificent. I'd never seen anything like it.
"Tom is a lovely boyfriend, but he doesn't make my mouth water just by thinking about him..."Since that moment, I can't stop thinking about you. Every time I pass your door, I wonder if you're still there. I've been finding every excuse I can to work overtime, volunteering for project files and staying long after everyone else has gone home, just hoping you're still around.
I know it's a bit daring, and maybe a little wrong... but I'm so curious. I keep imagining how it would feel to worship something so perfect. Maybe you could let me stay a little longer tonight? Just... to help you with something?