Page 100 of Sexting the Boss

I narrow my eyes at him. “So you think I’m chaotic?”

A slow smirk. “Undoubtedly.”

I click my tongue, shaking my head. “You’re unbelievable.”

I’m still buzzing from our banter, feeling lighter than I have all evening, when the music shifts. The soft hum of conversation fades as the orchestra transitions into a sweeping, elegant waltz. Couples drift onto the dance floor, moving seamlessly into position like they’ve done this a million times before.

I already know what’s coming.

Damien turns to me, his eyes flicking toward the dance floor.

“Sasha—”

But before he can finish, a new voice cuts in.

“Come on, Damien,” Nina says smoothly, reappearing like she was waiting for the perfect moment.

I stiffen.

She’s not alone.

She’s brought a small group of impeccably dressed people with her, and leading the pack is a photographer with a camera slung around his neck.

I don’t miss the way she barely glances at me.

I also don’t miss the way her hand immediately finds Damien’s arm, her fingers brushing just a little too familiarly.

Nina turns to the photographer, flashing a perfect, practiced smile.

“This is Mr. Zaitsev,” she tells him, her voice silk and sugar. “His family is one of our biggest donors.”

The photographer nods, already lifting his camera, ready to capture Damien on display.

I swallow hard, my fingers tightening around my champagne flute.

I glance at Damien, half expecting him to refuse, to wave them off.

But he doesn’t.

His gray eyes flick to mine instead, as if silently asking permission.

I force my expression into neutrality, ignoring the way my stomach twists.

“Go,” I say quietly, not trusting myself to say anything else.

Damien’s jaw tightens just slightly, like he’s annoyed. But after a moment, he exhales and steps away.

He follows Nina onto the dance floor, his presence instantly commanding the space, as if he was made for moments like these.

I watch as the photographer snaps a few pictures, capturing the perfect image of Damien Zaitsev—the polished, wealthy businessman supporting a noble cause.

Then the music swells, and before I can blink, Nina slides into position with him.

They start to dance.

And I?

I sit there, watching them, feeling like an idiot.

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