Page 158 of Sexting the Boss
One message.
Just to check on her.
Just to hear something. Anything.
Is she sleeping?
Did she eat?
Did she make it home okay from work?
Is she still mad?
Does she miss me—at all?
I don’t know what I’d even say.
Hey. You okay?
Sorry for pushing you away to protect you while also stalking you with private security.
Yeah. That’ll go over well.
I grip the steering wheel tighter.
I can still picture her standing outside her building, chin tilted high like she wasn’t seconds away from breaking.
And God, I wanted to reach out.
To pull her back in.
To sayscrew the risk, screw Lev, I want you anyway.
But Oleg was bleeding out in my arms.
And Sasha…Sasha was trembling in my bed after throwing up half the night and still trying to act like she was fine.
She deserves normal.
Safe.
Not this.
Not me.
I sigh and finally snatch the phone. The screen lights up. No messages. Not from her.
I open our last thread. Scroll past the messages—the teasing ones, the filthy ones, the ones where she told me things no one else knew. Her childhood. Her fears. The way she gets nervous on elevators but acts like it’s nothing.
My fingers hover over the keyboard.
Then I type.
Me: You okay?
Two words. Simple. Nothing dangerous.
Just me, checking in.
