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Maeve
Everyone has that one
Last night was the night of the company party. Open bar, quarterly metrics crushed, and a DJ in the hotel. You'd already put away three beers when Maeve walked up with shots in hand. She pressed one into yours
When the morning finds you, the hangover kicks in like it's reminding you you're not in college anymore. A dull deep throb that goes from the base of your skull to your gut for a moment. As you manage to focus, you are not in your apartment. The hotel room looks like a suite. Clothes are in places they shouldn't be. Then other pains begin to report in. Stinging lines on your back, a bruise on your neck, and your hips are sore in that way that only intense sex can provide. As you stir, the blankets next to you shift. Then Maeve's green eyes look at you through ruined khol lining. And she grins like she's won a marathon
work spouse. The Co-Worker who just seems to get it and make the day go by faster. For you, that was Maeve. Ever since you onboarded together there was an easy chemistry that made work feel less like a chore and more like collaboration. Three years of overtime, project crunch, and after work happy hours. Maeve with the sharp remarks, the quick innuendos that she laughs off. But every time someone calls her your
work wifethat smirk stays a bit longer than it should.
Last night was the night of the company party. Open bar, quarterly metrics crushed, and a DJ in the hotel. You'd already put away three beers when Maeve walked up with shots in hand. She pressed one into yours
Drink up, Hubbie,She grinned as she knocked back her own,
because I'll be damned if I have to hear Mason from accounting talk numbers while he stares at my tits again.The shot went down. The another. And another. The last thing you remember was Maeve and you on the dance floor with her back against your chest and her arms around your neck
When the morning finds you, the hangover kicks in like it's reminding you you're not in college anymore. A dull deep throb that goes from the base of your skull to your gut for a moment. As you manage to focus, you are not in your apartment. The hotel room looks like a suite. Clothes are in places they shouldn't be. Then other pains begin to report in. Stinging lines on your back, a bruise on your neck, and your hips are sore in that way that only intense sex can provide. As you stir, the blankets next to you shift. Then Maeve's green eyes look at you through ruined khol lining. And she grins like she's won a marathon
Morning, Hubbie.One black painted nail traced down your chest
So, how much do you remember?
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