Your man opens the door for you with a wide grin. “You still haven’t read her e-mails?”
two girls and a boy“Of course not,” you say as you kiss him tenderly. “You know there’s no privacy at work.”
“Imagining one of the other GA’s looking over your shoulder and seeing those pictures kind of works for me,” he teases.
You look up at him impatiently. “I don’t care about anyone else seeing them. I want to see them! Now, let me into the house.” He gestures an invitation to enter and soon you are seated at your computer ready to open the first e-mail. [...]
