Page 28 of Sexting the Boss

Me: Okay, mafia man. Relax.

The dots appear again, then?—

Unknown Number: So you do think I’m dangerous.

My pulse skips.

I hesitate, my thumb hovering over the keyboard.

Something about the way he phrased that—smooth, knowing, like he’s aware that I’ve thought about it.

About him.

Me: I think you like pretending to be.

Unknown Number: And what if I don’t?

A slow shiver runs down my spine.

Jesus. How does he do this?

I shake my head, pulling myself back into reality.

Me: Well, if you’re planning my revenge, make it subtle. I need this job.

Unknown Number: Noted. No bodies left behind.

I snort, quickly covering it up when Brittany glances my way.

Me: You’re ridiculous.

Unknown Number: And yet, you’re still texting me.

I bite my lip, heart beating just a little too fast.

He’s right.

And I don’t want to stop.

7

DAMIEN

I should be sleeping.

Instead, I’m sitting in my dimly lit bedroom, phone in hand, texting a woman whose name I don’t even know.

And for some reason, I can’t fucking stop.

She’s funny. Quick-witted. Sharp in a way that makes me want to push her, see how far she’ll go before she breaks.

But more than that—she’s bold.

And I like that. It’s been a while since someone intrigued me like this.

Since someone had me waiting for their next text, wondering what they’ll say, how they’ll react.

I smirk as I type.

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