Page 74 of Sexting the Boss

With the scariest man in the company.

The same man who looked at me in the kitchen like I was a waste of oxygen.

The same man who, whenever I catch his gaze, makes me feel like he’s two seconds away from eating me alive.

And not in a good way.

I stare at the email again, my stomach twisting.

Last time I saw the CEO? I was standing in the breakroom looking suspiciously useless while he annihilated Ryan with his mere presence.

He probably thinks I’m a liability.

Or lazy.

Or both.

Maybe he wants to personally fire me.

Maybe I should fake a medical emergency and skip the whole thing.

I’m still debating my exit strategy when a high-pitched squeal erupts from behind me.

“Oh my GOD,” Brittany practically sings.

I turn slowly, already knowing what’s coming.

“Did you see the email?” she says, grinning ear to ear. “I’m in the CEO meeting! Can you believe it?”

Oh, I believe it.

Of course Brittany got invited.

She’s exactly the kind of employee engagement initiative Zaitsev would appreciate—sucking up to executives, name-dropping her uncle, doing just enough work to stay on top while somehow avoiding anything remotely difficult.

But me?

There has to be a mistake.

“Wow,” I say, forcing a smile. “Lucky you.”

Brittany flips her hair. “I know, right? I can’t wait. Imagine being in the same room with him!So powerful, so intimidating.”

She shivers dramatically, and I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes.

I don’t need to imagine.

I’ve already felt the full force of Damien Zaitsev’s presence.

And “intimidating” is an understatement.

He doesn’t just walk into a room—heownsit, commanding attention without a single wasted movement. The man is power wrapped in a designer suit.

Brittany sighs. “He’s sohot, though. I mean, the power alone is enough, but can you imagine?”

I do not want to imagine.

Unfortunately, my brain betrays me immediately.

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