Page 101 of Sexting the Boss

Because she looks perfect with him.

Tall, poised, everything I am not.

And Damien?

He doesn’t miss a step.

It’s effortless, the way he moves, like he’s done this a thousand times before.

Like he knows her body well.

Like it’s familiar.

I shouldn’t care.

But God, I do.

I care way too much.

I don’t realize I’ve finished my champagne until my fingers are gripping an empty glass. I set it down and grab another from a passing waiter, downing it too fast.

Then another.

The bubbles sting my throat, but I barely notice.

Because I can’t stop watching them. Damien and Nina, gliding across the floor like they belong together. Like this is natural.

Like I’m the intruder here.

I feel stupid.

Stupid for coming here.

Stupid for wearing this dress and thinking for even a second that I fit into this world.

Stupid for believing—really believing—that he wanted me here.

Of course he didn’t.

Of course this was all about her.

Maybe he brought me to prove a point.

Maybe he wanted to see if he could still get a reaction out of her.

And God help me, it worked.

Because Nina is leaning into him, smiling, touching him like she’s entitled to.

The worst part?

He’s letting her.

I swallow hard, grabbing another drink, the alcohol buzzing through me too quickly.

I need to leave.

I need to get out of here.

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