Page 183 of By His Rule

But predictably, when I crawl back into bed with a drink I neither want nor need, I’m still as clueless about how to navigate this situation as I was before.

I could ignore him. But does that make me look weak?

Lori: I apologize for my previous message. My mistake. Please delete and never think or talk about it again.

I read my words over and over again, my thumb hovering over the send button.

Does it still make me look weak.

Should I be apologizing?

Sure, it was an accident. But something tells me that he’s not annoyed about my drunken mistake.

Deciding against it, I delete it all and change tact.

Lori: Unfortunately, that’s the only one you’re going to get from me. Enjoy.

I immediately feel better about my response and hit send without second-guessing this time.

He reads it instantly. An image emerges in my head of him sitting in bed just like me, staring down at his cell…at my photo.

Heat unfurls in my lower belly.

Don’t think about it, Lorelei.

Do not think about it…

Boss: Trust me, I have enjoyed it.

Boss: Many times.

I gasp, my hand covering my mouth as I stare at his confession.

I look around the room, shocked to my very core that he’d admit that.

What do I do now?

Sure, I’m no stranger to a little sexting. But with my boss? That’s certainly a first.

I think of Clive, the boss that needs to never take up any brain space ever again, and I shudder.

Maybe things could have been worse than him accusing me of stealing. Imagine his dick pic. I shudder again. I might need to throw some ice-cold water on this situation, but that shit isn’t necessary.

Kian drags me from my disgusting musings when his dots begin bouncing.

Boss: Could really use some new inspiration…

“Fucking hell.” I laugh. Brazen much?

Lori: Goodnight, Boss.

I lower my cell to the bed, proud of myself for not being dragged in. It would be easy, too freaking easy, to fall under Kian Callahan’s spell…again.

It helps knowing that I’m not going to see him for a couple of days.

He’s got a stupidly early flight tomorrow. I should know. I booked it.

A wicked smirk spreads across my lips as I remember the moment I selected the worst possible flight time just to piss him off. Fucker deserves it for being an ass.

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