Dominic

I’m working late, trying to get through the last of today’s urgent decisions so I can start with fresh business in the morning, when my phone buzzes.

“Yes, Francine, I know I shouldn’t live at the office,” I mutter as I grab my phone and look down at the screen.

But to my surprise, it’s a text from Presley. And even more surprising, it reads: heeyyyy sexxxy, followed by a smattering of eggplant and fire emojis. What the hell?

I do a double-take to confirm that the sender really is her. Maybe someone took her phone as a prank? Then I remember that she got her promotion today, and text back:

I take it you’re having a night out to celebrate?

The response is immediate:

im so drink haha

I snort, my lips twitching. I’ve seen her tipsy before, but drunk is new. Getting to glimpse this new, uninhibited side of a woman who’s normally always so disciplined is . . . charming.

I can tell. I’m glad you’re having a good time—you’ve earned it.

thank you soooo much I love you

skips a beat. She doesn’t really mean that. It’s just the kind of thing people say when they’re

come celebrate with me

enjoy partying without your

why

shit and this promotion saved my whole entire

I really owe you

don’t. You got the job because you were the best worker. It was all

I wanna owe you?

the thirty seconds I spend deliberating, she adds

do whatever you want

is “I’m on my way,”

you still want that

She replies:

:( at least dance

any more headway on work tonight . . . so, why the hell not? It would give me the chance to check up on Presley and make sure she

sounds like fun. Where

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me. It’s just around the corner from our office, and I can’t help but notice it’s the same bar where I first

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