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“Yes, I’m going to send it right now,” Tom replies before heading back to his desk.

Ethan’s gaze returns to me, dragging leisurely over my figure in a way that feels anything but subtle, before a disapproving look flashes across his face and he turns, walking into his office without another word.

Not even a minute passes before my phone vibrates against the surface of my desk.

I reach for it automatically, expecting a message from Sierra—I’d asked her earlier if she had any plans for tomorrow—but the name on the screen makes the corner of my mouth twitch.

Ethan: You’re playing with fire.

A silent laugh slips past my lips as I glance toward his office.

The glass walls are still completely transparent, offering a clear view of him leaning back in his chair, phone in hand, his attention fixed on me over the top of it.

Thalia: I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Hardy.

Ethan: A few hours ago, I was “Ethan.”

Thalia: We’re at work, and you’re my boss. The CEO, even. So the boss of the boss of the boss of the…

Ethan: Are you done?

Thalia: Not really. I don’t know how many bosses there are between me and you.

Thalia: Between me and you (you—as in Mr. Hardy, not you—as in Ethan).

Ethan: Last night there was nothing between me and you. Not even clothes.

Thalia: We’re at work!

Ethan: And?

Thalia: I can’t talk to the CEO differently than everyone else does.

Ethan: Everyone else hasn’t been in my bed.

A faint breath catches in my throat at that, my fingers tightening subtly around the phone.

I really hope that by “everyone else” he means every woman in the company. Including Irina.

Thalia: Thank God.

Ethan: Jealous?

Thalia: This is a completely inappropriate workplace conversation.

Ethan: I fucked you in every position, I know every reaction and every sound you make. I think I’m allowed to talk to you however I want.

Ethan: And stop playing games. I explained last night that I want them to end.

I press my lips together, exhaling slowly as my gaze flicks once more toward his office.

Thalia: Jesus. Good thing no one can read our conversations.

Thalia: Okaaay, Ethan. Satisfied?

Ethan: I’ll be satisfied tonight, when you’re in my bed. My dick deep inside you.

Thalia: Bye!