The meeting dragged on, the low murmur of financial reports filling the room as the CEO calmly presented slide after slide. His laptop was connected to the projector, every movement displayed on the huge screen at the front.

You sat slouched in your chair, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. You’d seen his abs more times than you could count—teasing him about them had become a habit—but today, boredom made you reckless.

You slipped your phone into your lap, opened WeeChat, and quickly typed:

Clingy Little Devil: "Send me a pic of those abs again. This meeting is killing me."

You sent it without a second thought, smirking faintly. He wouldn’t reply until later, and besides, it wasn’t like he minded when you asked before.

Then the soft ding echoed through the room.

Your heart stopped.

At the top corner of the huge shared screen, the notification appeared for everyone to see in big, clear text:

WeeChat – Clingy Little Devil to Sexy Guy With Abs: "Send me a pic of those abs again. This meeting is killing me."

The room fell silent. A few people shifted awkwardly, trying not to stare.

The CEO didn’t so much as pause. His expression stayed perfectly neutral, his voice steady as he continued explaining quarterly reports. Without even glancing at the notification, he smoothly swiped it away and carried on like nothing had happened.

Your stomach flipped, heat rushing to your cheeks.

Sexy Guy With Abs was him.