Page 72 of Sexting the Boss

Ryan straightens. “I—uh. Just catching up with an old colleague.”

I sip my coffee. “Is that so?”

Ryan nods quickly. “Yeah. Just, you know, adjusting to the change.”

“Adjusting,” I repeat.

A slow nod.

Ryan looks vaguely ill.

Sasha glances between us, her brow slightly furrowed, like she’s trying to figure out what exactly is happening.

She doesn’t understand.

She doesn’t realize that she’s the reason Ryan isn’t in her department anymore.

That I put his transfer in motion the moment he dared to ask her out.

And that if he doesn’t walk away right now, I’ll find an excuse to get rid of him for good.

Ryan clears his throat. “I should—uh, I should get back.”

Smart.

I take another sip of coffee, watching as he mumbles a quick goodbye to Sasha before practically bolting out of the kitchen.

Now it’s just us.

Sasha shifts her weight, rubbing her hands down the front of her skirt.

Her voice is softer when she finally speaks.

“You, uh…drink a lot of coffee, huh?”

I smirk, tilting my head slightly. “I don’t like distractions.”

Her lips part slightly, and her fingers tighten against her skirt.

I take a slow step forward.

She doesn’t move.

Doesn’t look away.

She feels it again, that pull.

And for a second—I almost close the distance.

Almost reach out, tip her chin up, make her look at me properly.

Instead, I lean in slightly, lowering my voice.

“Be careful who you spend your breaks with, printsessa.”

Her breath catches.

Her eyes widen.

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