My heart was in my throat, and the room spun. I was barely holding the thread. The ramifications of what I was doing to my boss felt no more urgent than a warning shouted from a distant mountaintop.
He plugged his phone in and flared his nostrils as he looked at me. “I’m not in any relationship. But it wasn’t open.”
Alec was pissed off. It radiated from his steady, deep breathing and narrow eyes. I should have stopped. I didn’t.
“Then why are you on Flare?”
His face didn’t fall, nor did it get red. It was the same as earlier when I disclosed my three-way. I imagined some kind of war flashback behind his eyes. Abject horror replaced by calm anger.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Blackwood?”
His tone was steady, and his brow set. I’d never seen him so angry, or in such absolute control of himself. Considering how much he drank, it was impressive. Forceful without the volume. A glare without the sneer. He didn’t deny or even ask, but demanded to know how I knew.
My cock plumped in my pants under his gaze. The intensity was enough, but the subtle mix of danger, like I was on the knife’s edge, was arousing in unknown ways. Again, I should’ve shut the fuck up, said I was kidding, or just pretended to be so drunk I’d forget it in the morning.
“I messaged you a while ago and again last night, but didn’t know it was you until I saw the messages pop up on your screen.”
Alec was still as stone. His chest didn’t raise with his breath. Nothing moved or changed, not even his eyes. Yet he became more dangerous. What was once fun turned frightening. The drunken thrill of goading my boss becameWait, did I just fuck up?
“You went through my phone?”
“No! No…” I tried to smile. “I just saw it pop up on your lockscreen. I didn’t… I wouldn’t—”
“What the fuck are you saying?”
I withered under his stare. It was terrifying and erotic. I melted, my resolve spilling away. What was even the point of it? What thefuckwas I doing?
“We exchanged messages a few months ago. A few pics. I wanted to exchange more last night after you fell asleep, but then I realized it was you. I freaked out because I thought you knew it was me. Now, I don’t think you did.”
Realization crossed his face, remembering the picture he sent that morning. There was a crack. A slight widening of his eyes. Some of my fear eased. But it was only a flash.
“That was you?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you know it was me?”
“Not until last night.”
“I see,” he said, breaking eye contact.
“That’s what freaked me out all day.”
He looked at me again, and my heart raced. But my cock swelled too. He said, “Freaked you out? Why?”
“I dunno. Thought maybe you were just fucking with me because you knew I think you’re hot.”
“You think I’m hot?”
I swallowed. “I do, yeah.” If he wasn’t so angry, he would’ve smirked. Since he was, he just glared harder. I couldn’t help it and smiled.
“You think this is funny?”
“No. It’s, uh… not.”
“Fucking right, it’s not. It’s a big fucking deal. We could lose our jobs.”
“It’s not like anyone will ever know. It was just a few messages.”
