Page 63 of Sexting the Boss

One to the finance department, one to legal, another to compliance, and the last two? I sent them to an office in another building entirely.

I didn’t care which one was the right Ryan.

I wasn’t going to take any chances.

I knew she would notice.

Knew she would text me about it.

And tonight, she did.

I should leave it alone. I should let this be the end of it—now that I know, now that I have what I wanted.

But I don’t.

I can’t.

I sit in my office, the city glowing through the windows behind me, my mind circling back to her.

Sasha Caldwell.

Young. Ambitious. Completely unaware that she’s been pulling me into her orbit.

And now, I can’t stop thinking about her.

I tap my fingers against my desk, staring at my phone. I haven’t texted her back since she told me about running into me. Since she told me she was helping Ryan move out.

The thought of it still grates.

Ryan asked her out. Ryan.

A man I barely looked at, a man who doesn’t even deserve to breathe the same air as her.

My grip tightens on my phone.

I should text her back.

I should say something, anything, just to see what she does next.

But I don’t.

Not yet.

Because now that I know who she is, the game has changed.

And I need to decide what I’m going to do about it.

* * *

I takethe employee elevator on purpose.

I never do this.

The top-floor elevator is mine, separate from the rest, ensuring that I don’t have to share space with anyone beneath my level. That’s how it’s always been.

But today, I wait.

Because I know she’s late.

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