Chapter 1

At noon, my online boyfriend sent me a mirror selfie from the gym.

Eight-pack abs, broad shoulders, a narrow waist—the sexual tension was practically dripping off the screen.

[Babe, I had a great workout today.]

[Don't you think I deserve a little reward?]

I was just about to text back: [I'll reward you with phone sex twice tonight.]

But then, my eyes caught the logo printed on the gym wall behind him.

Apex Tech.

My heart instantly skipped a beat.

Because... I worked at Apex Tech. And that gym looked exactly like our private corporate gym...

I froze on the spot.

No way. Was this a joke?

The mature daddy I’d been having phone sex with for the past two years actually worked at the same company as me?

I zoomed in on the photo. Bigger, bigger, and bigger.

The logo was clear as day.

[Apex Tech]

It was definitely my office building.

Our company gym was strictly VIP, accessible only to internal employees.

My online boyfriend was actually my coworker?

OMG!

[Babe, why the silence?]

Another photo of his abs popped up on my screen.

He had casually pulled up his gym tank top. His rock-hard chest and the sharp lines of his V-taper were perfectly reflected in the mirror. The testosterone was practically suffocating.

The texts kept rolling in.

[I know you love this.]

[Why aren't you replying to me, huh?]

[PayPal Transfer: $50,000]

My brain was short-circuiting.

I knew my online boyfriend lived in the same city.

But I never, in my wildest dreams, expected us to be under the same roof. Talk about a twisted stroke of fate!

After quickly drooling over his abs for a second, I decided to probe.

"Hey babe, where do you work?"

"Is it by any chance Apex Tech?"

I typed the words out, then deleted them. Over and over.

I didn't know what to say.

If I asked, he would definitely ask where I worked.

He’d find out I was at Apex Tech, too.

And then he would want to meet up.

What would I do then?

The mere thought of face-to-face interaction with someone I’d been dirty-talking with for two years made me want to curl up and die of embarrassment.

Before I could even process this, another text popped up:

[Why are you ignoring me? Is my body not doing it for you anymore? Or do you need more shopping money?]

Another picture of his abs.

[PayPal Transfer: $100,000]

[PayPal Transfer: $100,000]

To keep him from sensing my panic, I quickly replied:

[Just grabbed lunch, sorry! missed your texts.]

[The abs... look amazing.]

Only then did the text onslaught stop.

[Good. Now, where’s my reward?]

I didn't dare reply.

I stood up from my cubicle and walked over to the elevators, heading straight to the gym on the fifth floor.

There were plenty of guys lifting weights, but which one was him?

I forced myself to calm down and organize my thoughts.

Right now, I needed to figure out three things:

First, who the hell is my online boyfriend?

Second, is he actually a decent guy in real life?

Third, if I do find him, do I confess, keep the online relationship going, or break it off?

I mean, sexting a coworker is a HR nightmare. Just thinking about it made my skin crawl.

Looking back at our two-year history, we had actually kept our privacy top-notch. We never traded face pics. Even during our FaceTime sessions, we never showed our faces, only our bodies.

My boyfriend would only send me photos of his chest and abs whenever I begged for them.

Based on that alone, it was almost impossible to identify him.

I couldn’t exactly go around the office ripping guys' shirts open to compare their ab patterns with my Snapchat archive.