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.
