Page 37 of Sexting My Best Friend's Brothers
I stand there, my heart pounding against my ribs, my lips still tingling from the phantom warmth of his breath.
Ethan takes a deep breath. I watch his shoulders rise and fall. When he turns back to me, the mask is back in place. The CEO is back.
But his eyes are still wild.
“The campaign,” he says. His voice is devoid of emotion, like he’s reading a script. “We’ll run it.”
I blink. “What?”
“The ‘Be Seen’ campaign,” he says. “You were right. It’s better. We’ll present it to the investors at noon.”
“Ethan—”
“Go prep the files,” he interrupts me. He walks back to the head of the table and picks up his stack of papers. He refuses to look at me. “And Tessa?”
“Yes?”
“Keep the door open from now on,” he says softly. “For both our sakes.”
He walks past me and out of the room.
I’m left alone with a tray of sandwiches and a marketing plan that just got approved by a man who almost kissed me senseless.
I sink into a chair, my legs giving out. But I can’t stay here. The room smells like him.
I grab my files and rush out. I bypass my desk and head straight for the ladies’ room.
I push the door open and lean against the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I look wrecked. My neck is red where his fingers dug in. My chest is flushed a deep, tell-tale pink.
I look exactly like a woman who was about to be ravaged by her boss on a conference table.
“Get it together,” I whisper, splashing cold water on my face.
Two weeks. I’ve been here for two weeks. I have almost hooked up with Asher in my apartment. I have held hands with Owen under a restaurant table. And I have almost been ravished by the CEO in a conference room.
I cover my face with my wet hands and let out a shaky laugh that sounds a lot like a sob.
My purse vibrates on the marble counter, the buzzing sound loud in the quiet bathroom.
I glance at the screen:
[Incoming Call: Harper]
My pulse spikes. Her smiling face on the screen hits me like a slap. She’s probably calling to ask how the meeting went. To ask if Ethan was nice to me.
And minutes ago, I had my hands in his hair.
I can’t answer. I can’t even look at it. I hit Silence and flip the phone face down, gripping the cold porcelain of the sink until my fingers ache.
My career is skyrocketing. My personal life is imploding. And I have absolutely no idea how I’m going to survive the beta launch party next week.
8
ETHAN
Friday, 11:40 AM
My hand spasms.
