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Chapter 21
“Ilikeyousore.”Hiseyessmolder.“RemindsyouwhereI’vebeen,andonlyme.”
Hegrabsmychinandkissesmeroughly,thenstandsandholdshishandouttohelpmeup.Iglancedownatthefoilpacketbesideme.
“Alwaysprepared,”Imurmur.
Helooksatmeconfusedasheredoeshisfly.Iholduptheemptypacket.
“Amancanhope,Anastasia,dreameven,andsometimeshisdreamscometrue.”
Hesoundssoodd,hiseyesburning.Ijustdon’tunderstand.Mypostcoitalglowisfadingfast.Whatishisproblem?
“So,onyourdesk,that’sbeenadream?”Iaskdryly,tryinghumortolightentheatmospherebetweenus.
Hesmilesanenigmaticsmilethatdoesn’treachhiseyes,andIknowimmediatelythisisnotthefirsttimehe’shadsexonhisdesk.Thethoughtisunwelcome.Isquirmuncomfortablyasmypostcoitalglowevaporates.
“I’dbettergoandhaveashower.”Istandandstarttomovepasthim.
Hefrownsandrunsahandthroughhishair.
“I’vegotacouplemorecallstomake.I’lljoinyouforbreakfastonceyou’reoutoftheshower.IthinkMrs.Joneshaslaunderedyourclothesfromyesterday.They’reinthecloset.”
What?Whenthehelldidshedothat?Jeez,couldshehearus?Iflush.
“Thankyou,”Imutter.
“You’remostwelcome,”herepliesautomatically,butthere’sanedgetohisvoice.
I’mnotsayingthankyouforfuckingme.Although,itwasvery…
“What?”heasks,andIrealizeI’mfrowning.
“What’swrong?”Iasksoftly.
“Whatdoyoumean?”
“Well…you’rebeingmoreweirdthanusual.
