Page 12 of Sexting the Boss

Ryan snorts, nudging my arm. “Guess you’ll never know.”

“Guess not.” I fake a casual shrug, but inside, I’m relieved.

Because really—what did I think was going to happen? That some random stranger would text back, and suddenly my night would take a wildly inappropriate turn?

No thanks.

The game continues, the dares getting sloppier, messier, people laughing a little too loud, Brittany still sneaking glances at me, like she’s waiting for something.

When I finally escape, Ryan offers me a ride home, but I wave him off, opting for fresh air and a moment to myself instead.

Brittany calls after me before I leave. “No reply?”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

She hums, twirling her empty wine glass between her fingers. “Shame.”

I don’t know why, but the way she says it makes my skin prickle.

Still, I force a smile, say my goodbyes, and head home.

Melanie is asleep when I get back—at least, I assume she is, since her door is shut, and the faint glow of Netflix is leaking from underneath it.

I toe off my heels, sighing as the cold hardwood soothes my aching feet.

The party wasn’t as bad as I expected.

It was…weird.

But I made friends.

Or, at the very least, people who don’t seem actively opposed to my existence.

I peel off my dress, change into sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt, and collapse onto my bed.

Finally.

My body sinks into the mattress, exhaustion wrapping around me, my limbs heavy, my brain already halfway to sleep?—

Buzz.

My eyes snap open.

I blink at the ceiling, confused for a second before I reach blindly for my phone on the nightstand.

A single new message.

From the unknown number.

My stomach tightens.

Slowly, I swipe it open.

Unknown Number: I could show you.

I stare.

What. The. Hell.

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