Page 12 of Sexting the Boss

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Me: You’re very confident.

Ethan: I don’t guess.

My phone buzzes again.

Ethan: Describe what you’re wearing.

My heart stutters.

Me: No.

Ethan: Then describe what you wish you weren’t.

I swallow.

Me: You’re pushing.

Ethan: I’m testing.

My fingers tremble.

Me: I’m in my work clothes.

Ethan: That wasn’t the question.

Heat creeps up my neck.

Me: I wish I wasn’t wearing my bra.

The response is immediate.

Ethan: Why?

Me: Because it feels restrictive.

Ethan: Everything about you is the opposite of restrictive.

My breath leaves me in a shaky rush.

Me: You shouldn’t say things like that.

Ethan: You shouldn’t send pictures like that.

A beat.

Ethan: Yet here we are.

I press my phone to my chest for a second, then pull it back.

Me: What happens tomorrow?

Ethan: Tomorrow you’ll walk into my office and pretend this didn’t happen.

My chest tightens.

Me: And you?

Ethan: I’ll remember every word.

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