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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Ho...)

You wake up to your phone ringing over and over. When you shake the haze from your head and look at the phone, it’s your boss calling and you are already an hour late. There are a bunch of text messages as well, but in your hangover haze, you assume it’s from your boss and ignore them. They won’t matter because you are about to talk to him.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t feeling great last night and took a dose of NyQuil. It must have hit me harder than I thought.”

Your boss accepts your excuse and says get into work as fast as you can because you have to finish your project for presentation in two days. You jump out of bed, wash some aspirin down with a bottle of Gatorade and hop in the shower.

When you get out of the shower and finish getting ready, you grab your phone to see there are nearly a dozen messages from your girlfriend. You don’t have time to read them now so you put the phone in your pocket and go to work.

Work is crazy, and you don’t even have time to eat dinner. Your boss demands you work late and works with you to get the job done.

It’s nearly 9pm by the time you get home and after eating you finally sit down on your couch and look at your phone to erase the messages from your boss from earlier. There is only one from him, and the rest are from Rachel. She has been texting you all day and there are nearly twenty messages.

“Hey babe, you’re probably still sleeping, but call me as soon as you get up. Last night was kinda crazy and we never got to talk. xxx”

“Hey sleepyhead! Cant wait to talk to you about last night! xxx”

“Gettin kinda worried hon… call me… xxx”

“Hope you’re okay… gotta go to the convention and present my project. Hope to hear from you! xxx”

The next set of text messages come after 1pm.

“Hope ur okay! My presentation was a huge hit! John and the guys are ecstatic! We have to stay here until like 5pm, then we’re gonna go out to celebrate. xxx”

“Haven’t heard from you… hope ur not mad about last night… xxx”

“Getting worried babe. Call me… xxx”

“What’s going on?… I really need to talk to you!”

The next set of text messages come after 5pm.

“I don’t know if you’rr mad or not cause you’re not answering my messages or calls. The guys are here to go celebrate. I’ll message you when I can. Love you! xxx”

“We’re at a very nice restaurant and John has pulled out all the stops. He got each of us a bottle of Cristal and anything we wanted on the menu. Wish you could be here with us! xxx”

This message is accompanied by a photo of the four of them at the table. Rachel is sitting next to her boss and the other two men are leaning in toward them. A server must have taken the picture. You are relieved it’s not sexual in nature. In fact, they look extremely professional. Rachel is in a pant suit with her blouse buttoned up with only a little bit of skin showing. It makes you think maybe the video you saw last night was really the guys helping you and your girlfriend fulfill your fantasies.