Page 11 of Lovesick

I need you to do something for me, Emilia. Click this link.https://meet.syncwave.e342/room/9XZ4-TRQ7

There was a link below, and only very crazy and stupid people would’ve clicked on it. A link? Seriously? That’s how people got viruses on their devices.

I furrowed my brows and quickly wrote a reply.

To: Dean Rockwell

Subject: (no subject)

Are you insane?

I sent it without thinking twice about it. Calling my boss crazy over email wasn’t the right move. Then again…he was literally sending me messages way past work times. This shouldn’t be legal. Especially because he clearly didn’t need anything work-related from me.

His next email came almost immediately.

From: Dean Rockwell

Subject: Don’t make me tell you again

There was nothing in the body of the email this time. Just the subject line warning me. God, what an ass. I took a deep breath and shook my head at his message, as if that was an answer he would receive. I went back to the email where he added the mysterious link, and I hovered over it with my cursor for a moment, wondering if I would really be stupid enough to click it.

I was a smart woman, and while everything Dean and I did came from me surrendering and doing everything he asked me to, I couldn’t click a damn link. What if this wasn’t Dean? What if his computer at work got hacked, and this was some weird hacker trying to get something from Dean by using me?

I bit the inside of my cheek, hating that I didn’t just shut my laptop.

No, I couldn’t do that. Because in a way, I was still just a little too curious. A bit too adventurous. And…maybe a bit too in love with him.

To: Dean Rockwell

Subject: What is it?

I can’t click on a random link. What if you’re notyoubut a hacker instead?

It took a while before another email from him came in.

From: Dean Rockwell

Subject: Smart kitten

This is why I’m so fucking obsessed with you, Emilia. You’re sexy and so damn beautiful, but, fuck…that mind of yours is what really makes my cock hard.

Trust me on this, kitten. Click on the link.

I reread those written words at least ten times until my body got uncomfortably hot and sweaty. Damn him and his words. No doubt this was Dean. Why would a hacker even say things like this? Hackers weren’t nice, nor did they talk dirty to a person they never met. Besides…he kept calling me kitten. Only Dean ever called me that.

I bit my bottom lip and went back again to the other email with the link.

Taking a deep breath, I clicked the link. Squinting, I almost didn’t dare looking at the screen, but when I was the one appearing on it, I frowned. My camera had opened, and there was a small box in the middle of the screen, covering half of my face.

Would you like to accept the invitation to start a video conference with Dean Rockwell?

AcceptDecline

I stared at it for a moment, unsure what to do. A video conference. At almost nine-thirty at night? This definitely wasn’t work-related.

My heart pounded so loud I could hear it in my ears. I glanced down at my clothes, the ones I had worn all day today. At least I wasn’t wearing my white linen pajamas with the little hearts all over. I couldn’t show myself like that in front of my boss. Next, I checked my hair and face on the screen. My makeup had faded, but my curly hair was still as perfect as they were this morning. Not that it truly mattered.

Before making my final decision, I thought of his words again.

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