Page 83 of Sexting the Boss

But that won’t save her from me.

Oleg raises a brow as he watches her leave, then turns back to me.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just looks at me.

I know that look.

And I don’t like it.

I step forward, voice low, warning. “Don’t open your mouth.”

Oleg exhales, shaking his head. “Isn’t she a little too young for you?”

My jaw tics.

I level him with a glare. “What did I just say?”

Oleg holds up his hands. “I’m just saying?—”

“You’re saying nothing,” I cut in, my tone leaving no room for argument.

He sighs, rubbing his temple. “Fine. Whatever. Sorry to interrupt your little…meeting, but we need to leave. I have new information.”

I roll my shoulders, forcing my blood to cool.

Business first.

For now.

I follow Oleg down the hallway, still feeling the ghost of Sasha’s body pressed against mine, the way she melted under my touch, the way she gasped my name.

The moment she walked into my life, I knew she was going to be a problem.

I just didn’t realize how much of one.

“Where are we going?” I ask, adjusting my cuffs, trying to push away the lingering heat still coursing through me.

“My office,” Oleg says, leading me toward the secured wing of the building. “Got some intel you’ll want to see.”

I nod, my mind shifting gears.

This is what I should be focusing on.

Not the way Sasha’s lips felt against mine.

Not the way she whimpered when I touched her.

Not the fact that I can still smell her perfume on my skin.

I grind my teeth, forcing my focus back to reality as we step into Oleg’s office.

He shuts the door behind us and gestures toward his desk, where a laptop is open, displaying security footage.

“Got something interesting for you,” he says, leaning back against the desk. “Remember the parking lot incident?”

“Go on.”

Oleg taps a few keys, pulling up a new video feed. “This is from a traffic cam across the street. Took a little digging, but…”

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