My jaw falls open and I swear it refuses to return to its position. Why on earth is Derek my screensaver?!
I widen my eyes and stare at my boss, incredulous. “Did you look through my phone, Derek?”
At work, I’d opt to call him Mr. Anderson. But something about this has me stating his first name without so much as a single twitch. What is he thinking?
Derek, shockingly, stays neutral. He shakes his head. “No, of course not.”
“Then what the hell is my new screensaver?” I demand to know. I almost stomp my phone like Natalie had at the pool but manage to hold back.
I shove my newly fixed phone toward my boss, breathing heavily with frustration. There he is, on my screen, looking like one of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen. “How’d that get ther
