I Sent Smut to My Boss

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[Did you see the file I submitted?]

[Yeah I saw it.]

[Why no reply? You don't approve?]

Radio silence.

I typed furiously.

[I'll take your silence as a yes. I'm heading to your office this afternoon.]

The boss replied instantly.

[That fast?]

[? What do you mean fast?]

[I need to think about it]

Two seconds later, another text popped up.

[Is that okay?]

I agreed. The result? He clocked out early and gave the entire company a three-day paid weekend.

I sat at my desk, staring blankly at my screen. Is he seriously playing these desperate games just to keep me around?

Chapter 1

Right now, the entire office was losing its collective mind. All because Adrian Vance dropped a single message.

[Clock out. Take three days off.]

"Has the boss completely lost it?" Kelsey, sitting at the desk next to mine, refreshed her screen for the hundredth time.

I stared at my phone, completely lost. What about the vacation time I literally just quit to get? Am I just out of luck?

"The economy is tanking. You don't think he's too broke to make payroll and is testing us, do you?"

"It's layoffs. I smell layoffs."

"Yes! I was in his office dropping off a proposal today and heard him talking about cutting headcounts. It's definitely happening."

My blood ran cold.

If they were doing layoffs, I could get a fat severance package. Was it too late to take back my resignation letter?

I had to admit, Adrian Vance was gorgeous. Broad shoulders. Narrow waist.

And that ass Well, I couldn't see the ass today. But based on my previous observations, it would definitely feel amazing to smack.

A low cough pulled me back to reality. "Do you need something?" Adrian didn't even look up. His long fingers slowly turned the pages of a file.

I forced my sweetest smile. "Boss, did you read the letter I submitted today?"

"I read it." The icy words slipped from his lips without a hint of emotion.

Panic spiked in my chest, but I forced it down. "It's okay if you read it, I just wanted to"

"Wanted to what?" He snapped the file shut and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

He was quick. I wanted to take back my resignation, obviously. You lay me off, I fake some tears, and I walk away with a massive severance check.

Did he really think I was standing here fantasizing about how hard the abs under his dress shirt were, or how perfectly his ass filled out that executive chair? Ridiculous.

"Didn't I say I would think about it?" Adrian finally looked up. His gaze was dark, heavy with meaning. "Are you in that much of a hurry?"

"I am!" I blurted out.

I took a step forward, closing the physical negative space between us. I put on my most sincere expression. "Boss, it's really urgent."

He froze for a fraction of a second. A strange, undeniable flush of red crept up the tips of his ears. "Right. I got it. Let me think about it a little longer."

I softened my voice, stepping even closer into his space. "You don't need to think about it."

From this micro-distance, I watched the sharp line of his throat work. His Adam's apple bobbed heavily. God, that was entirely too sexy.

"Excuse me?" His voice pitched up slightly, pulling me out of my dangerous thoughts.

"I've decided to withdraw it. I wrote it as a joke and hit send by accident. I never actually meant to do it."

Instantly, his brows knitted together. See? He stalled on approving it, made me chase him into his office, and still played the 'let me think about it' card. The second I said I was taking the resignation back, the tension in the room vanished.

If that wasn't him being desperate to keep me, what was?

It was a shame, really. Working under him was a breeze, the benefits were top-tier, and he looked like a literal god. That last part was key.

But! My body just couldn't keep up. I had been burning the midnight oil writing my web novel, and my health was taking a hit.

Plus, my royalties were finally enough to cover rent. I just wanted to quit and recover.

But it seemed my gorgeous, unpredictable boss had far more desperate plans for me.

Chapter 2

"Why the sudden change of heart?" Adrian's face was completely devoid of emotion. His tone was dead serious.

"I usually turn a blind eye to you all goofing off. I don't even mind the jokes at my expense. But when it comes to business Shouldn't you think things through and then commit to your decision?"

I could hear the dip in his volume. He was deliberately trying not to scare me. What a beautiful, kind-hearted boss.

My chest swelled with genuine emotion. "You're right. But I just couldn't bear to leave you."

His index finger twitched against the mahogany desk. I kept going. "And the others, too. Like Paige always pouring my coffee in the pantry.

"Kelsey bringing us girls boba. Christian helping us out with the tech issues All of it. I'd miss everyone entirely too much."

Adrian's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "You've got quite a few men living in your head. Do you like them all?"

Well, not exactly. The boss still ranked higher. None of them had an ass quite as bouncy as his, after all.

"There are women too," I replied smoothly. "I just really like everyone here."

He let out a cold, sharp laugh. "I have no idea what these people have to do with the document you sent me.

"But based on what you're saying, you have too many options on the table, so you need to hesitate. Is that it?"

"Exactly." I nodded, completely solemn. "I can't just tie myself down to a single option.

"But of course, I can't let go of this specific option too easily either. So, I need to really weigh my choices."

Adrian didn't say a single word. His long fingers curled inward. His knuckles turned a stark, bone-white against the dark wood of his desk.

Wow, my words really hit home. Even the rich and powerful had their tragic burdens.

"You certainly don't hold back with me. Every word is a knife right to the chest." Adrian pulled off his gold-rimmed glasses.

The icy, unapproachable wall slammed right back down over his features. "Get out."

"So"

"I know you don't actually mean to leave. I won't give it another thought."

By the time I stepped out of the office, the entire floor was a ghost town. I unlocked my phone. A message popped up in the company group chat.

[Boss with the Nice Ass: Clock out. Everything is fine. Anyone still working will forfeit their paid time off.]

A flood of received messages and blatant kiss-ass replies followed. He sent that message the exact second I walked into his office. The tone was urgent.

He was practically shoving people out the door. Just like how he had just shoved me out.

I clicked my tongue. I definitely wasn't delusional enough to think my little resignation letter earned the whole company a three-day weekend. Saying everything was fine was utter bullshit.

He was rushing everyone out so he could sit in the quiet and draft up his layoff list.

Besides that. Kelsey had also sent me a private text.

[Kels: Some absolute psycho tripped over my power cord on their way out. I'm furious.]

[Kels: I borrowed your computer to transfer a file real quick.]

I locked my screen and started lazily packing up my bag. My mind was running a mile a minute. Step one of securing the severance package: withdraw the resignation letter. Check.

Step two: make the boss actively lay me off.

My computer was still awake. I opened Google and typed:

[How to make your boss actively]

Clack.

The blinds to the CEO's office violently snapped open. I looked up. Directly into Adrian's utterly darkened expression.

Chapter 3

"Madison, you're casting your screen to my monitor."

Shit.

I sprinted the entire way home, mentally cursing Kelsey a hundred times over. "Kels, you're going to get me killed.

"Why would you use my computer to request a screen-share with the boss?! I was four seconds away from projecting 'HOW TO GET ACTIVELY LAID OFF' right onto his forehead!"

Kelsey begged for mercy. "I didn't cast it! I left it on because I was scared of closing any unsaved files. Someone must have bumped the mouse!"

That was definitely a possibility.

I opened my document with lightning speed. Inside was the manuscript I had been secretly writing on the clock. Thank god it was still there.

I arranged my snacks and energy drinks, fully armed and ready. Tonight, I was pulling an all-nighter to write the spiciest smut chapter of my life.

As for getting laid off and securing that severance package, I'd figure it out later. Getting people to like you was hard, but getting them to hate you? Piece of cake.

By midnight, a violent sneezing fit hit me. Great. Another cold.

Fighting off sleep, I typed out a message and attached my file.

[Went so hard tonight. My entire body aches, and I think I caught a cold. Comfort me.]

My relationship with my editor was super tight, so this kind of banter was our normal. I waited for the file to upload.

[Error.]

[Transfer failed.]

Keeping my heavy eyelids open, I fired off another text to my editor.

[Is my Baby still mad from miles away?]

It was a long story. A while back, my editor got a vicious piece of hate mail in the middle of the night, which left her crying to me for hours. Ever since then, she stubbornly refused to open her inbox after dark.

I had probably dragged out this deadline so long she forgot today was submission day and didn't unlock the folder for me.

Yawning, I deliriously dragged and dropped the new, highly explicit draft directly into our chat box. I threw in a little coaxing for good measure.

[Don't be mad. Look at something pretty.]

The second it sent, I face-planted into my pillow and passed out. I completely missed the absolute bombardment of incoming messages on my screen, followed by them being frantically unsent, one by one.

The sun was high in the sky by the time I finally pried my eyes open. Just as I suspected, the cold had fully set in.

Kelsey texted saying the whole company was grabbing lunch together. I politely declined.

[Pulled an all-nighter. My back and waist are killing me, and I caught a cold.]

The girls' group chat instantly exploded with nosy excitement.

[You get half a day off and immediately lose all self-control? Step up to the podium and confess your sins!]

[Bros before hoes, Maddie!]

[Damn, is he that intense? Introduce me to one of his friends.]

I massaged my temples, letting out a weak laugh. I never should have recommended those dark romance novels to them. Their brains were fully corrupted with absolute filth.

My phone chimed a few more times. Surprisingly, it was Adrian.

[You're sick? Did you take medicine?]

[It's better if you focus on resting.]

I instinctively tapped the notification to reply. Then my brain caught up with me. I was actively trying to get this man to fire me. I needed to be as annoying and insubordinate as possible.

So, I deliberately left him on read and clicked back into the girls' group chat.

I held down the voice note button. "Oh yeah. I could still go another three hundred rounds."

The second the voice note dropped, the girls lost their absolute minds. The ensuing conversation was so utterly unhinged it belonged behind a strict parental advisory warning. I scrolled through every single message. I was laughing so hard I was literally thrashing around in my bed.

Once I finally caught my breath, I tapped back into Adrian's chat window.

[Got sick. Took meds.]

[Message failed to send.]

Chapter 4

He blocked me.

I sat up so fast the room spun. Who the hell pissed him off this time? I rubbed my temples, trying to jumpstart my sick brain, and texted Kelsey.

[Is Adrian at lunch with you guys?]

[Kels: Yeah. He actually just asked if you were coming. I told him you were so sick you couldn't get out of bed.]

I stared at the screen, thoroughly speechless.

[Wow, heartless. I'm literally on my deathbed and he blocks me.]

[Kels: Ah. You don't think it's because of that voice note, do you? He probably thinks we're all lying to him.]

[Maddie: ?]

[Kels: The 'three hundred rounds' one My media volume was all the way up. I accidentally played it out loud. Right in front of him.]

[Maddie: ]

I wanted to die. Just spontaneously combust and disappear from the earth.

But hey, every cloud has a silver lining. If I wanted him to hate me, this was the nuclear option. In for a penny, in for a pound. He had already blocked me anyway.

I decided to kick him while he was down and fully commit to the bit.

Running this place like a dictator won't make you a dime.

[Send.]

[Delivered.]

Wait. Since when was I unblocked? Panic seized my chest. My thumbs flew across the keyboard, desperately trying to do damage control.

[But you're different, obviously. You're a visionary.]

The three little typing dots pulsed at the top of the screen. I held my breath. It took an eternity for Adrian's reply to finally come through.

[Let him take good care of you. There's no need to suck up to me. We don't have that kind of relationship anyway.]

What on earth? I stared at the text. He was outright denying our boss-employee relationship.

Holy shit. Was my layoff master plan actually working?

Another text immediately popped up.

[Since you're sick, get some rest. Let him look after you.]

[I won't message you again.]

Him? I frowned at the screen, testing the waters.

[Who? There's no one at my house.]

My phone instantly vibrated with an incoming call. I swiped to answer.

Adrian sounded like he was power-walking. The harsh rush of wind blasted through the speaker. When the static finally died down, his voice was deathly serious. "Madison, what exactly are you playing at?"

I instinctively sat up perfectly straight, like I was in a boardroom. "Playing at what?"

"You said there's no one at your house right now. What does 'right now' mean?"

I glanced around my empty apartment. A sudden, creeping chill crawled up my scalp. I slid back under the covers, my voice pitching up in genuine confusion. "Is there supposed to be someone here?"

"What about last night?"

"No one was here last night either."

Dead silence on the other end of the line.

I replayed the last 24 hours in my head. Three hundred rounds. Oh. The realization hit me like a freight train.

I scrambled to explain. "That voice note was entirely a joke! We're all adults here, it was just locker room talk You've known me for years. You know I'm not that wild."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that," Adrian countered. A heavy, ragged sigh filtered through the receiver, blending with the low hum of static.

"You have to believe me," I pleaded.

He went silent again. Defending my chastity to my boss was crossing so many HR boundaries it wasn't even funny. I pulled the phone away to just hang up and end my misery.

Then, a low, gravelly murmur came through the speaker. "Should I come over?"

A sudden rush of electricity started at the soles of my feet, shooting straight up the base of my spine. The air in my bedroom suddenly felt way too thin. A strange, phantom heat bloomed in my chest. Leaving an unbearable, restless ache.

Chapter 5

"No one was home last night, and no one is home right now. I suppose that means I'm cleared to come over. If it's too much trouble, we can just forget it"

Honestly, even if someone was home, he could still come over. A thin layer of nervous sweat coated the palm holding my phone.

"Well?" Adrian prompted, his voice low.

I blinked stupidly at the ceiling. "Oh okay." Maybe it really was just his visionary, humanitarian spirit.

Adrian stayed on the line the entire drive over. "Are you feeling that miserable? Why are you so quiet?"

I racked my brain for a solid ten seconds before squeezing out a reply. "Focus on the road. That's more important."

"Talking to you is pretty important, too."

I froze.

A sudden, violent wave of electricity crashed right through my chest. My heart started hammering against my ribs, loud and frantic. I pulled the thick comforter over my head, terrified the phone's microphone would pick up the sound.

Silence stretched between us.

Memory after memory flickered through my feverish brain. I was practically part of the founding team. I had been at the company longer than almost anyone.

Yet in all these years, he had never once brought a girl around to introduce to us. Logically speaking, he was gentle, stupidly handsome, and built like a Greek god.

He should be the most eligible bachelor in the city. How was he still single?

"Adrian, do you just not know how to date?"

"Excuse me?"

"Never mind. Did you never have some romantic, sweeping college romance back in the day?"

"No."

"Yeah, I don't buy that."

A low, breathy laugh filtered through the receiver. "What exactly are you trying to ask?"

"Nothing. Where's your hometown anyway? Is it far from here?"

"Running a background check on me? It's right here in the city. Not far. Do you want to go see it?"

Were we really on that level of intimacy now? I poked my head out from the covers and sneezed violently. I instantly shrank back into my warm cocoon. "You're acting extremely weird today."

"Am I?" His tone was undeniably light. He sounded like he was in an incredibly good mood. Just twenty minutes ago he was sending me passive-aggressive texts.

Men were so utterly incomprehensible.

The soft, heavy duvet wrapped around me like a cloud, and a sudden wave of sheer exhaustion crashed over me. "How much longer are you going to be? You're moving so slow Just don't come. I'm too lazy to get up and unlock the door."

Adrian laughed again. "I'll drive faster."

The fever was probably cooking my brain, because the words started tumbling out of my mouth without my permission. "Earlier, when you asked if I took my medicine, I actually replied. But you had me blocked. That's why I got mad and attacked your capitalistic mindset.

"I'm not usually like that. Honestly, you're a really good boss"

In my hazy, half-asleep state, my mind drifted back to several years ago. The company was still a tiny startup back then. Adrian used to take a few of us veteran employees out to networking dinners. Calling it networking was a stretch, honestly.

He had a strict rule: no female employees were allowed to touch a drop of alcohol. We were literally just there for headcount. He didn't want the rival firms looking down on us or bullying us for having a small team.

Then, one day, he finally landed a massive client. Our entire team went to the dinner, practically vibrating with excitement. As the product lead, I confidently gave my pitch across the dining table. But the client, an older CEO, looked entirely unamused.

I knew the unspoken rules of these corporate games. He just wanted me to bend over backward, pour him a drink, and stroke his ego.

It was no big deal. I shot Adrian a reassuring look. I picked up my wine glass, marched over, and fed the client a string of sweet-talking flattery until a greasy smile finally cracked across his face.

But he immediately pushed his luck.

His hand slid directly onto my waist.

Adrian moved like lightning, yanking me out of the man's grip and shoving me securely behind his own body. He forced a polite smile at the client, lying through his teeth. "She's severely allergic to alcohol. I'll drink with you."

The client's face visibly darkened into a scowl. That deal fell through completely. Worse, the guy held a massive grudge. He used his influence to aggressively squeeze us out of the market, suffocating our operations.

We were inches away from bankruptcy. Adrian couldn't even afford to make payroll.

Chapter 6

The few of us just sat on the curb. No one brought it up. We all silently blamed ourselves.

Adrian took it the hardest. I knew he blamed himself for letting that creep touch me, only for us to walk away with absolutely nothing. I also knew it was a huge part of why he had always been so incredibly protective of me ever since.

So I took the initiative to comfort him. "Regular people inevitably have to eat dirt a few times to make it in this world. I came here right out of college. I was the youngest, and you took me in.

"Adrian, if it weren't for you, I would have suffered a lot worse."

We poured our hearts out on that sidewalk for hours. We chose to believe that one day, the endless string of taking hits would finally stop. And eventually, that day actually came. Right up to the present.

Whether it was corporate benefits or paid holidays, Adrian never shortchanged a single employee. That was exactly why the mere whisper of layoffs sent the entire office into a blind panic, but absolutely no one thought to curse his name. He truly earned the title of a good boss.

A man that good how could I possibly not fall for him, even just a little? But more than anything, I was terrified.

He was just universally gentle with everyone. I was terrified of finding out I wasn't the exception.

A coward like me only dared to be bold behind a keyboard, buried in my own fiction. Daring to be a shameless menace, openly lusting after his ridiculous good looks. Outside of that? Forget it.

The sharp scrape of a gear shifting snapped me back. Adrian was speeding up.

"There's no rush," I urged. "Drive safe."

"Right. Open the door." The doorbell chimed the exact same second.

I dragged myself out of bed and padded over to the door. A tall silhouette stood in the doorway. "You're here?"

The man in front of me stood impossibly tall. Even dressed down in casual clothes, the fabric couldn't hide the incredible shape of his ass.

Adrian's gaze drifted slowly over me, the corners of his lips tipping upward. The air between us instantly thickened, heavy with tension. I reached out to gesture him inside.

Instead, his hand clamped around my wrist.

He pulled, a sudden burst of force dragging me directly into his solid chest. Two massive, burning hot palms slammed flat against my waist. I jolted, my eyes snapping up to meet his.

One of those hands slid leisurely up my spine, tangling deep into my hair to cup the back of my skull in an inescapable grip. My heart began to violently hammer against my ribs. What on earth was happening?

"Are you still feeling miserable?"

"I'm I'm okay."

"Then why is your skin burning up?"

"The blankets are just warm Do you want to try?" Oh god, my fever-addled brain was betraying me again.

I stuttered wildly. "That's not what I meant! You just came in from the cold, so if you're freezing, you can go warm up in my bed"

Adrian let out a low, breathless laugh, perfectly arching a brow at my rambling. "I wasn't I wasn't inviting you to sleep with me Mmph"

Cool, firm lips crashed down, swallowing the rest of my sentence. His grip tightened sharply on my hips, backing me up step by blind step. The second my spine hit the entryway wall, his arms banded like iron around my waist, pinning me in place