Chapter 2
Over the next few weeks Harry and Ruth emailed each other as they worked late into the night; becoming more comfortable with each other. Gradually their emails turned from gentle flirting to outright sexual innuendo. This particular night they both were finishing off their lengthy reports from the day. They'd (together with the rest of the team) just busted a group importing small EMP bombs for resale under the guise of importing sex toys. Sexual euphemisms had been bantered around since they'd made this discovery, even more so today.
To: Harry Pearce
From: Ruth Evershed
Subject: Naughtiness
I know I'm not a grocery item, but I can tell when you're checking me out.
R.
Ruth felt herself blushing even as she wrote it. She glanced at Harry and quickly ducked her head behind her computer when she saw him open the email. Harry chuckled to himself and typed out a speedy reply.
To: Ruth Evershed
From: Harry Pearce
Subject: RE: Naughtiness
Your body is a wonderland and I want to be Alice.
H.
Ruth laughed and knew it was game on.
To: Harry Pearce
From: Ruth Evershed
Subject: RE: RE: Naughtiness
Have you ever played "Spank the brunette"? Want to try?
R.
To: Ruth Evershed
From: Harry Pearce
Subject: RE: RE: RE: Naughtiness
I'm on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?
H.
To: Harry Pearce
From: Ruth Evershed
Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: Naughtiness
Your belt looks extremely tight. Let me loosen it for you.
R.
Ruth looked at her new email from Harry wide-eyed.
To: Ruth Evershed
From: Harry Pearce
Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Naughtiness
I'm leaving this place. Do you want to come?
H.
The moment Harry sent it he knew it would be taken the wrong way. Ruth really didn't know what to make of it. She chanced a glance at Harry and saw he had his head down reading Zaf's report and making adjustments to it.
Harry looked up half an hour later and was sad to find Ruth had left for the night. Harry sighed and mourned his loss for the night.
