You like your body. It's pretty.

You've put discipline and time into sculpting it to your ideal, and it's only natural that you feel tempted to take pictures to document your progress—for future reference.

But sometimes, you can be clumsy. So clumsy, in fact, that you've accidentally sent one to your superior, Simon. Beyond unprofessional, yes. But damn it, if only your heart wouldn't have spiked in excitement instead of regret the second he texted back.

"Come to my room in ten," it said.