Page 23 of Sexting His Assistant

But I don’t. I physically cannot.

Luka closes the folder in front of him with quiet precision. Then looks directly at me and says, “Miss Hale, you will stay.”

The room keeps moving around us.

No one says anything. No one needs to.

I sit there with my phone like evidence in my lap and watch the last person leave the boardroom.

The door closes.

And then it is just me, Luka, and the message glowing between us like a lit fuse.

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LUKA

A few moments earlier…

My phone vibrates once against the polished walnut table.

I don’t look at it immediately.

Voronin is still talking, still wasting the room’s time with cautious language and weak instincts, and I’m already deciding which part of his department I’ll strip first when this meeting is over. The boardroom is too warm.

Nina is at the side wall with her notebook open, her face composed, her attention where it should be.

Then my phone vibrates a second time.

I glance down. And the world narrows.

I know it’s from her before I fully process why. I know because I’ve spent the last twenty minutes noticing every time her phone lights up beside her hand. I know because she’s been restless since she walked in the room. I know because there’s something reckless in her when she’s trying too hard to look calm, and I’ve learned the shape of that recklessness against my will.

The preview shows enough.

I can’t stop thinking about your mouth.

For one full second, I forget where I am.

It rarely ever happens. Nothing ever moves me that much.

But for one dangerous second, the room disappears. The board, the figures, the low hum of central air, the scrape of a fountain pen somewhere to my left—gone. There’s only the text glowing on my screen and the sudden, violent awareness of blood in my body.

My gaze lifts. Nina is already looking at me. The color drains from her face so quickly it is almost brutal.

There it is, then.

Not meant for me. That should make this easier.

But it doesn’t.

If anything, it makes it much worse.

Because now I know two things at once, and both are intolerable: she sent it to another man, and every word of it is in my head.

I read the preview again with one flick of my thumb, giving nothing away.

Your mouth. Your hands. Your cock.