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night and have a birthday breakfast. This is my first time seeing her for the day
and…damn.
She’s talking to Edward, my boss, probably coordinating my birthday cake.
Every employee’s birthday is celebrated the same way. A cake is brought to the
department, they sing happy birthday, then the cake is cut and distributed. Unless

that person opts out of the birthday due to personal or religious reasons. Those that
are against it for religious reasons can leave during the song, and they are given an
alternate treat such as fruit or pie.
“She changed her hair,” I point out neutrally.
Sanya rarely leaves the fifth floor. She is like a unicorn to those of us who
occupy the other floors. I’d managed to work here years without ever seeing her.
One of the people under her would usually do the festivities. I see Sue, her new
assistant, more than I see Sanya at work. I’m so grateful the elevators malfunctioned
that day. Dom only knows who she is because he was fucking with her previous
assistant. The others give her a curious once over before continuing to work.
She is wearing her natural hair, but it looks like she straightened it and added a
few curls. It falls over shoulders in soft waves, landing just below where her bra
strap would be. It bounces and swings when she moves. Right now, some of her

hair covers part of her face sexily shielding her right eye. The style is intentionally
slightly messy. It is sexy and flirtatious. It is supposed to make men think about sex.
Her outfit strays from her usual work attire. Her sensible yet stylish flats are
replaced with red stiletto pumps. Her black and white striped dress is tighter than
usual. It hugs her body deliciously. The horizontal stripes highlight her hourglass
figure. The sleeves stop just below her elbows, and the hem lands at her knees.
Sanya’s boatneck collar holds a red bowknot tied at the left shoulder. I try to
pinpoint her theme without openly staring at her. I’ve taken several glancing
snapshots before deciding to wait until she wheels the cake in.
“But, would you hit it?” His voice is only loud enough for me to hear.
I have, and it was so damn good I’ve thought about it ever since it happened. In
fact, I plan on getting some more tonight. Plus, we live together, and I’m in love with
her. I’ll break all of your fingers if you try to touch her.
“Hmm…I never thought about it.”
I lie while making the best damn thinking face. I need an Oscar because my
thinking face is so good, it’s better than my actual thinking face.