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Emily Monroe
“Boss, this is the file you asked for,” Mona said, walking into my office.
I slammed my phone on my laps immediately, my heart beating fast.
“Thank you. You can leave,” I replied briskly.
Mona looked at me weirdly as she dropped the file on my table before leaving.
Immediately, I raised my phone back up, reading the last line Stiles had sent me.
A shiver ran through my spine as my legs squeezed tightly against each other. There was no denying my need for him.
For the past twenty minutes, I and Stiles have been dirty texting and he was so good at it that the more I read his messages, the more soaked my panties were.
I had wanted to take things slow but f**k that. Why did I need to slow down in getting the love I actually deserved?
My fingers hovered over my phone
