Page 161 of Sexting His Assistant

He stops.

Everyone at the table looks at me.

I pick up my pen. “You are moving risk, not reducing it. Continue.”

He clears his throat and continues.

My phone vibrates again.

I wait ten seconds before turning it over.

Nina: That bad?

I type under the edge of the table.

Luka: Turn around.

A pause.

Then:

Nina: Excuse me?

Luka: I want to see the back.

Nina: This is not how normal dress approval works.

Luka: It is how mine works.

Across the table, someone starts discussing cash flow. I do not care. I keep my eyes on the report and my attention on the phone in my hand.

Nina: Are you in a meeting?

Luka: Yes.

Nina: Luka.

Luka: Turn around, Nina.

The reply takes longer this time.

Then the next photo comes in.

She has turned sideways in the mirror, body twisted enough to show the back of the dress. It dips low, not indecently, but low enough that I can see the clean line of her spine and the curve of her waist. The dress hugs her ass.

I stare at the photo for one second too long.

Pavel shifts near the wall.

He sees everything. Unfortunately.

I lock the phone and look back at the table. “Page eleven.”

The CFO blinks. “Sorry?”

“Your mistake is on page eleven.”

He flips quickly.