"What the....?!?" Jim nearly choked out the words. He'd been pinging his team on the office IM app about being on the wrong end of another Superbowl blowout, with two minutes left, when a message ping'd from an address at his office.
"OK...bet's a bet...but you promised to delete and never tell!"
Jim opened it. There was a young woman, wearing a very skimpy bra, sheer enough that her achingly hard nipples showed through. He clicked back and the message disappeared. Whoever had sent it in error must have quickly realized and then deleted it almost immediately.
"What's the matter?" Jim's wife looked over from the couch.
"Oh...nothing. Phone acting weird." He checked to be sure, but it was gone.
When they'd updated apps at the office, Jim got the simplest version of his name, based on his spot on the org chart. Which seems like a perk, until you're stuck forwarding messages whenever auto-fill mistakenly dropped in his name after the first couple of letters.
Padding out to the kitchen to get water, later that night, it occurred to check the temp folder on his phone. He nearly missed the kitchen stool backing up when he pulled up the photo in all its original glory. He vaguely recognized her. She hadn't been there that long. Worked somewhere downstairs, Marketing?...maybe HR? New hire, few months back. Entry, like first job right out of college.
There she was. Jim felt his chest tighten as he drank in every visible inch of her. Wide open blue eyes, excited or embarrassed taking the selfie, deeply flushed cheeks, goosebumps on the swell of her breasts, a light sprinkling of freckles making her look younger than she must be. Pale blond hair framing delicate features.
