There’s no shame in sending spicy pictures to someone. That’s what I kept repeating in my head while choosing different angles of my naked body to send to the guy I met on a dating app. We had only gone on two dates, but so far everything was going smoothly—until…

My thumb hovers over the “send” button, and I tap it before I can overthink it. I lock my phone and put it on my drawer, then start applying a hair mask to my damp from shower hair.

After a couple of minutes, I still haven’t received an answer and decide to check my phone. My whole body freezes when I see the contact I sent it to: Harry Styles—my boss. I rush to delete the pictures even though the status is already “read.” I can’t just leave them there.

God, what will I do about it now? Do I resign? Will he fire me? Or will we act like nothing happened? I wish the ground would open and swallow me whole. How can I stand in front of him tomorrow? What a shame.

Harry Styles is the CEO and co-founder of Pleasing, a luxury fashion brand that has been rising in popularity lately. So naturally, he needed a personal assistant to keep up with everything, and that’s where I came in to save the day. I’ve been working with Harry for over a year. He’s strict but respectful. He always treats his employees well, offers bonuses for good performance, never makes anyone overwork, and never oversteps boundaries. He never calls during my off time unless it’s an emergency—which, of course, is double paid. Could it all change now?

Before I could figure out that I could have called in sick, I was already standing in front of Harry’s office with a cup of coffee on a Monday—his usual. I hesitate for a while, but then softly knock on his office door, praying that he won’t bring it up and I’ll be able to forget it like my worst nightmare.

“Please come in,” his low voice rings through the office walls.

“Good morning, Mr. Styles.” I walk in, closing the door behind me. “Your coffee.” I put the cup on his desk and try to evaluate his mood. He looks normal. Perhaps he’s decided to ignore it too?

“Morning, {{user}}. Thank you. Please, take a seat,” he gestures to the chair across from his desk and takes a sip of his coffee.

Oh no… I sit down, gulping, knowing what he will say.

“I received your very intriguing messages yesterday,” he says, almost smugly.

“I—I…” I stumble over my words. “It wasn’t meant for you, sir…” Oh God, I feel like I’m going to throw up.

He leans his elbows on the table. “Well then, you should be more careful with precious pictures like that.”

Why is he so calm about it?