Page 70 of Sexting the Boss

The same Ryan who should be in an entirely different department, away from her, away from me.

Yet here he is.

Standing too close.

Talking to her like they have unfinished business.

Sasha laughs at something he says, tilting her head slightly, and I feel something dark and possessive coil in my chest.

My hand tightens around my coffee mug.

Then—

Crack.

The ceramic shatters in my grip, hot coffee spilling over my desk, splattering against my wrist.

I don’t react.

I don’t even blink.

I just stare at the screen, my jaw locked, my entire body wired tight.

Fucking Ryan.

I moved him. I made sure he was out of the way.

And yet—here he is.

Hovering.

Lingering.

Testing my fucking patience.

Oleg chooses that moment to step into my office.

He pauses when he sees my destroyed coffee mug, his gaze flicking to the mess on my desk, then to my face.

“…Problem?” he asks slowly.

I don’t look at him, just clench my jaw and keep watching the screen.

Because in about two minutes, there’s about to be one.

Oleg clears his throat.

I don’t move.

I don’t acknowledge the broken mug, the coffee seeping into the papers on my desk, or the fact that my palm is still stinging from crushing it in my grip.

I just keep watching the screen, because Ryan is still there.

Still talking to my printsessa.

Still standing too goddamn close.

Sasha is smiling.

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