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Macchiato Makes Mandy Happy

Amanda Steele was the rising star at Hammond & Keene LLP, a legal powerhouse downtown. She was sharp, commanding, and never anything less than perfect. Amanda’s name was already being whispered among the senior partners as “future material”. She had it all; brains, beauty, and an iron-willed professionalism that kept her admirers at a careful distance.

Including her boss, Mr. Callum Royce.

He was charming, successful, and more than a little taken with Amanda. But Amanda, ever aware of the unspoken rules of the game, kept her dealings with him perfectly professional. A warm smile here, a polite decline there. It was nothing personal. She just didn’t believe in mixing business with pleasure.

When they were assigned together to the Prestwick merger, the biggest case of the year, Callum decided that it was his time to be... persistent.

It started small.

Every morning, when she arrived for their early morning meeting there was a warm macchiato waiting for her on her desk. He’d obviously remembered just how she took her coffee and even where she usually bought it from because it was always from her favorite café. And, it always can with a handwritten sticky note: "For Mandy. Fuel for your brilliance. — C."

At first, Amanda grimaced at the name. Mandy? What the heck?! It was so insulting...so childish. She reminded herself as she sipped it to correct him politely when she had the chance.

But more concerning than the note was the taste. The coffee wasn’t quite right. Slightly too sweet, a little strange on the tongue. But politeness, that constant iron rule, made her smile and sip it anyway.

After all, he went to the trouble... she thought as she felt the warming caffeine sensation spread gently throughout her body.

Each day, another macchiato. Each day, the same sticky note. And each day, the strange taste, but each time she noticed it just a little less until it faded and her palette accepted it as normal.

And each day, Amanda found it harder to concentrate quite as sharply as she had before.

Not much at first. Just... slight things. Forgetting a case file on her desk before she went into a meeting. Needing to reread the important contracts two, even three times to remember the details. Laughing a little too long at Callum’s dry jokes. But, nothing that couldn’t be explained by the stress of the greatest of cases. Surely?

By the second week, she noticed something else.

She didn't hate being called Mandy anymore.

When Callum strolled by her office and teasingly said, "How's my Mandy today?", she blushed instead.  Not in anger. In something dangerously close to pleasure.

She found that she giggled, actually giggled when he was near. And she looked down at her shoes, brushing her hair behind her ear like a schoolgirl. The smart, aloof Amanda Steele... giggled with an usual arousal. And when he left, her heart raced in a confusing mixture of excitement and embarrassment. She couldn't explain it, which was mainly due to her growing lack of sharpness these days.

But the next morning, when another steaming macchiato arrived with the familiar sticky note, Amanda smiled automatically. "For my Mandy."

And she took a big, eager sip and felt the familiar, warming arousal ease itself throughout her mind and body.

By the third week of mind melting macchiatos, Amanda found herself lingering longer than necessary in Callum’s doorway. Their conversations had shifted too, subtle and almost invisible changes at first, but they were definitely more flirty now.

"Y'know," Callum said one afternoon, his tone casual as he leaned against the doorframe, "You’d look incredible without those glasses, Mandy."

Amanda blinked. Her glasses were part of her look; professional, composed, untouchable. She opened her mouth to object... but then closed it. She respected his opinion too much to protest.

She could feel the residual warmth of that morning's macchiato swirling pleasantly in her veins. Maybe contacts wouldn’t hurt, she thought vaguely. Just for a change. For the rest of the afternoon she spent the time shopping online for a pair of contacts that matched her prescription and, with Callum’s permission, she left work early to collect them.

The next morning, she hesitated over her vanity mirror before work, slipping the new contact lenses into her eyes. She barely recognized herself now. The woman in the reflection was brighter, fresher, happier somehow... She felt more approachable and open, especially for her handsome looking boss.

When Callum saw her, his smile widened. "There’s my Mandy!" he said approvingly, ruffling her hair with a casualness that would have mortified Amanda just a month ago. Instead, she ducked her head shyly, smiling.

Later that week, it happened again. He dropped into a casual conversation something else that a month ago she would have been outraged at. To Amanda it would have been a clear misogynistic comment, but to Mandy it felt like a warm compliment.

"You've got such a beautiful face, Mandy," he said over their ritual coffee, after one of their late-night prep sessions. "You don't have to be so… buttoned-up all the time." he said waving his hands at her usual business attire

Mandy flushed, instinctively touching the high collar of her blouse. She stammered some excuse about professionalism, but Callum just chuckled, passing her her coat with a wink.

The next morning, standing before her closet, Mandy’s hand hovered. She picked a blouse that was just a little lower cut than usual. Nothing inappropriate she told herself. Just... a little softer perhaps. More inviting.

At the office, she tugged at it nervously until Callum caught sight of her. The approving glint in his eye made her cheeks burn with arousal. And it sent a guilty, thrilling jolt straight through her.

Each day brought a new suggestion, and each day she wrestled with the changes less and less.

"Let your hair down sometime, Mandy. You’d drive the whole firm crazy." "Maybe some pink lipstick? You'd be adorable."

Each time, Mandy hesitated. Frowned. Almost resisted.

And each time, after another delicious macchiato from her favourite boss, and another lingering compliment, her resolve crumbled just a little more.

By the end of the month, Amanda’s reflection barely matched the one that she remembered. Her eyes were brighter and framed with heavier makeup. Her lips were now slathered in juicy glossy pink lipstick that tasted of cherry. And her clothes were tighter, and lower cut; to the point where her areola were almost revealed to the office on a daily basis. And a sweet, giggling "Thanks, Mr. Royce!" tumbling out of her mouth now to his suggestions without a second thought.

The woman who once ruled the conference room with precision and power was starting to feel... light. Airy. Effortless. She still crushed her workload, of course. But lately, Amanda found herself focusing less on the finer points of contracts and depositions... and more on the sparkle in Mr. Royce’s eyes whenever she caught his attention.

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