Page 46 of Sexting the Boss

After a few seconds, she nods stiffly, adjusting her glasses. “Understood, sir. I’ll make the changes immediately.”

She leaves without another word, the door clicking shut behind her.

Oleg stares at me.

Then, after a long, charged beat?—

“What the hell was that?”

I don’t answer.

Because I’m already typing into my computer, pulling up the employee database.

How many Ryans do I have working for me?

My gut says not many.

And once I narrow it down?

I’ll find her.

Oleg is still staring at me like I’ve grown a second head.

There’s a long silence, then?—

“What the hell is going on with you?”

I don’t look up. “What are you talking about?”

He scoffs, pacing in front of my desk like he’s trying to make sense of reality.

“I’ve known you for years,” he mutters. “I’ve seen you order hits on men without flinching. I’ve watched you negotiate million-dollar deals without so much as blinking. But just now?” He stops, pointing at the door where the HR director just walked out. “You called in an entire department head to complain about pens.”

I keep typing. “It was a stupid policy.”

Oleg gapes at me. “Since when do you care about stupid policies?”

Since an anonymous woman I’ve been sexting complained about it.

I don’t say that, obviously.

I just keep my face impassive, eyes scanning the list of employees with the name Ryan.

Five.

Five Ryans in the company.

That’s a manageable number.

Oleg lets out a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ve never seen you like this.”

I finally glance up, smirking slightly. “Like what?”

“Distracted.”

That hits a nerve, partially because it’s true.

Because he’s not wrong.

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