Emma’s phone vibrated. Message sent. A little teasing never hurt—except when sent to the wrong person
Her breath caught as she read the notification: "Message sent to: Nathan Carter."
Heart pounding, she looked up. Across the office, Nathan sat at his desk, phone in hand. His gaze flicked to the screen, then slowly met hers
A moment later, her phone buzzed again
My office. Now.
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