Page 23 of Sexting the Boss

I lean back in my chair, watching as she takes two careful steps forward before stopping, like she’s unsure of how close she’s allowed to be.

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

Her voice is smooth but a little too quick, like she’s trying to get through this as fast as possible.

I study her for a moment, letting the silence stretch.

“Tell me, Ms. Caldwell,” I say slowly, watching the way her shoulders tense. “Do you usually submit corrupted files, or was this a special occasion?”

Her lips part slightly, her eyes flickering up in shock before she catches herself.

“I—” She sucks in a breath, straightening. “No, sir. It was a mistake. I take full responsibility.”

A mistake.

I tilt my head. “And what exactly happened?”

She hesitates for half a second, clearly trying to figure out what answer will get her out of here fastest.

“I—I think there was an issue with the formatting when I saved the final version,” she admits, blinking rapidly like she’s forcing herself not to panic. “I’ll have it fixed within the hour.”

A part of me wants to push harder. Make her squirm a little longer.

But something else catches my attention.

A vibration against my desk.

I glance down.

A new text.

From her—my mystery texter.

The moment I see it, my irritation evaporates, amusement curling through me instead.

I unlock my phone, scanning the message.

Unknown Number: Didn’t know if you were awake. Thinking about last night.

My smirk is immediate.

So, she’s been thinking about it.

Good.

Very good.

I flick my eyes back to Sasha, who is still standing there, watching me carefully, probably trying to gauge whether she’s about to get fired.

And just like that, she’s forgotten.

The little mistake? Doesn’t fucking matter anymore.

I wave a dismissive hand. “Fix it. That’ll be all.”

Her lips part slightly, like she’s surprised to be let off so easily. But she doesn’t argue.

“Yes, sir.” She turns, walking out of my office with one last glance over her shoulder.

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