Page 57 of Sexting the Boss

Unknown Number: Sounds suffocating.

I roll my eyes.

Me: He’s not that bad. He’s actually nice.

Unknown Number: Right. Nice. That’s what every woman wants. To be nicely micromanaged.

I choke on a laugh.

Me: You’re being dramatic.

Unknown Number: I don’t like the guy.

I blink.

That’s new.

Me: You don’t even know him.

Unknown Number: I don’t need to. I know his type. A guy who hovers around, waiting for an opening, pretending he’s just being “helpful” when really he’s been eyeing you for months.

My face heats.

Me: That’s not true.

Unknown Number: You sure? Because it sounds like he waited until the last possible moment, and now that you’ve agreed, he’s probably celebrating like he won a prize.

I scoff.

Me: I’m not a prize.

Unknown Number: No, you’re not. You’re something a guy like him wouldn’t know how to handle.

My breath catches slightly.

Okay.

Me: So…what, you don’t think I should go?

Unknown Number: Do you think you should go?

I chew on my lip, shifting in my chair.

Me: I mean…he asked nicely. And I kind of blurted out yes without thinking. It’s just a casual dinner.

Unknown Number: Nothing about him sounds casual.

I shake my head, biting back a smile.

Me: Why do I get the feeling you’re jealous?

A long pause.

Then—

Unknown Number: I don’t get jealous.

I grin.

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