Page 15 of The Boss

I shook it off, shoving those thoughts aside, and focused on the next round.

By the time I stumbled into my apartment later that night, pleasantly buzzed and tired, I felt lighter than I had in days.The night had been exactly what I needed—drinks, bad bowling, and even worse karaoke choices. No Queen songs. No lingering thoughts about a certain someone, no second-guessing my own feelings. Just me, my friends, and a few too many tequila shots.

I kicked off my shoes, collapsed onto my bed, and let out a long sigh. For once, I hadn’t spent the entire night overanalyzing every glance, every joke, every casual touch of mystraight, engagedboss. Progress.

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I spent Sunday alone at home, sprawled out on my couch, mindlessly scrolling through Netflix. A half-eaten carton of takeout sat on the coffee table, and the TV cast a soft glow over the dim room. It was one of those nights where I had no real plans, no real thoughts, just me, the sofa, and whatever mediocre series I landed on.

Freshly showered, T-shirt and boxers my chosen attire for the evening, I was debating whether I had the energy to start something new when my phone buzzed. I glanced at it, remote in one hand, the other hand idly resting on my stomach, expecting a text from Darren or Maya with some blurry photos from last night. The moment I saw the name on my screen—Zac—my stomach dipped. The notification said it was a photo message.

I swiped it open without thinking, expecting some random work-related screenshot or a workout meme. But the very second my eyes landed on the image, every coherent thought in my head vanished.

Oh.

My.

God.

It wasn’t just a dick pic. It wasIsaac’sdick pic. Thick, hard, heavy in his grip. The head flushed a deep, angry red, veinsrunning down the big, girthy shaft in stark relief, disappearing into his fingers. And below it, a message:

‘Can’t wait to slide it inside you tomorrow.’

My brain short-circuited. My mouth went dry. Heat shot through me, a bolt of electricity straight to my groin. I stared, unblinking, at the screen, pulse hammering, cock swelling, torn between a thousand different reactions. Horror. Amusement. Pure, unfiltered lust.

This was a mistake. Had to be. No way Isaac meant to send this to me. The logical thing to do would’ve been to ignore it. Pretend it never happened. Delete the message, throw my phone out the window, move to another country.

Still, my lips twitched. No way was I letting this golden opportunity slip by. So, I typed out a quick reply:

‘Bold of you to assume I’d bottom.’

I hit send before I could second-guess myself. The read receipt popped up almost immediately. A second later, my phone rang.

I answered with a grin already on my lips. “Yes, boss?”

“Chris. Fuck.” Isaac’s voice came through the speaker, horrified and strangled, like he wanted to die. “I—shit. That wasn’t—JesusfuckingChrist.”

I bit my lip, struggling to hold back laughter. “You all right over there?”

“No. No, I am not all right.” He sounded like he was pacing. There was a clink of ice against the glass. Was he drinking? “I meant to send that to Chantelle. You’re right below her in my contacts, and I—I didn’t check before I hit send. I just typed the first two letters and clicked the first name that popped up.”

I figured as much, but I wasn’t ready to waste the chance to mess with him just yet. “Oh?” I drawled. “And here I thought we were taking our boss/PA relationship to the next level.”

Zac groaned. “I’m so fucking sorry. Just—just delete it. Forget it ever happened.”

I bit my lip, savoring this. “So, you’re saying you don’t want to slide it inside me tomorrow?”

“Chris.” His voice was taut.

I grinned, flipping onto my stomach. “Relax, I’m fucking with you. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal. It’s sexual harassment. And I’m a fucking idiot.”

“Debatable.”

“Not debatable.” He blew out a sharp breath, and I could hear him swallow. “I’ve had a few drinks.”

“I can tell,” I chuckled, stretching out on the couch, rubbing my boner against the cushions. “But, seriously, though. I’m not offended. And it’s not like I’m gonna report you to HR or something. It’s fine. In fact… I gotta say, impressive.”

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