Page 52 of Saved By the CEO

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Annie takes an obvious peek at my screen. “Are you texting RoboCop?”

“No.”

“You’re looking at his name.”

“That’s different.”

“It’s objectively worse.”

I start typing, then hit send.

You’re a problem

Annie’s eyes widen as she grabs for the phone. “Give me that.”

“No,” I say, holding it protectively against my chest.

It buzzes.

Are you drunk?

Not drumk

Annie cackles. “You misspelled drunk.”

I squint at my screen.

Did I?

“And you’re going to regret this tomorrow.”

Nah.

Go home, Miss Michaels

Bossy

Annie makes a strangled sound. “Oh my god.” She tries to pry the phone out of my hands. “Let go.”

It buzzes again, and we both freeze.

Yes

My brain completely short-circuits.

Annie sees her chance and snatches the phone from my hand. “Okay. No more. You’re done.” She shoves my phone into her purse and takes my hand. “We’re getting fries, and then we’re going home.”

Please ignore the texts sent last night

Which texts?

The ones sent at 1 a.m.