#I’m fully aware it’s ridiculous but i saw the template on canva and could not resist!

[suitsusboth]

privacy sign on the door 💫

It had been a hard few days... weeks... no, months for Kate Sharma.

She was irritable, a little short tempered, and her concentration was non-existent. It didn’t help either that every ping from her phone— whether it be a text, call, email or twitter notification —she could feel another knot forming in her already stiff shoulders.

She was tense, she knew that. It came with the territory though, helping her father run a multi-million-pound hospitality empire. She liked it though, the work she did. She liked working with her father even more. It wasn’t until these last few weeks that it began to wear on her. And it wasn’t even work really that was the issue. It was her.

She just felt so… restless. Her skin felt tight, and something in her felt wound up, ready to spring.

Kate knew what the problem was and she knew what the solution should be.

She needed to get laid.