Page 56 of Sexting the Boss

“Uh—”

“Just dinner,” he adds quickly, misinterpreting my hesitation. “No pressure.”

I open my mouth, about to tell him I’m not really looking for anything, but instead, my traitorous lips blurt?—

“Sure.”

I immediately regret it.

The second the word leaves my mouth, I want to grab it, stuff it back down my throat, pretend this never happened.

Ryan’s face brightens. “Great! We’ll figure out a time later.”

I nod stiffly, my entire body screamingwhat did you just do???

As Ryan walks away, I swear I hear a sharp intake of breath behind me.

I glance over and—yep. Brittany looks red-faced, her grip on the copier so tight her knuckles are white.

Oh.

Oh.

Sothat’swhy she’s been weird about me lately.

I don’t have time to process that, because as soon as I sit down, I do the only thing that makes sense.

I text him.

Me: So, guess what?

Unknown Number: You finally stabbed your roommate?

I snort.

Me: No. Tempting, though. I just got asked out.

A pause.

Then—

Unknown Number: By who?

I hesitate, then type?—

Me: Ryan.

Another pause.

Longer this time.

Then—

Unknown Number: Ryan. As in the Ryan you complained about? The one who breathes down your neck at work?

I frown at my screen.

Me: Okay, first of all, he doesn’t breathe down my neck. He just…supervises. A lot.

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