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“We should be going,” Isaac says, and I’m surprised that he allowed himself to have any displays of affection with her.

Sidney, Andrya, and I tend to fuck whoever we want, but Isaac is always very discreet. He doesn’t like people in his business at all. I’m glad someone is looking out for Silla though, because she needs it. I don’t plan on using Isaac against her right now, though.

As Silla gets up and waves goodbye to me, I wonder if that’ll change or if there’s room for me too.

ISAAC

The last place I expected her to be was in the twins room, but I have to say that Gray’s plan is working. Maybe a little too well, in fact.

“I don’t feel like working in my office,” I confess as I walk with Silla. “I don’t have any other obligations, so how would you feel about working in my room instead?”

I keep my voice low, though there’s few other people around, and Silla glances curiously at me.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Do you mind if I put on my pajamas though? I’m freezing. These uniforms are the bane of my existence, even though it finally fits,” she complains.

Now that she says that, I look around at the other sections, and see they’re all in pants, even the women. The camp is cold, and for some reason, Section B is the only one where the women wear these tiny shorts.

I never noticed this before, but now I’m irritated. It’s almost seven-thirty, so I doubt anyone will find issue with Silla wearing her pajamas. There are already other inmates that have changed.

“Yeah, I don’t see any issue with that at all,” I agree. I wonder if Gray will be open to changing the uniform for Section B’s women, because I don’t find it appropriate. “Let’s go, and then I want to see you in action, Little Hacker.”

She has a small smile on her face, but says, “If I’m in here, I can’t be very good, Isaac.”

I disagree with this though, and I’m going to have her hack into a security system with me, so I can watch how she cleans up after herself. Grunting my response, my hand itches to touch her back, even though the halls aren’t busy at all.

“Silla,” says Gray, pushing away from the wall by her room. I wonder how long he’s been loitering in the dormitory section of the camp. “Have anything to tell me?”

She flutters her eyelashes at him, and I burst out laughing. A few people scurry to their rooms. Damn, was I that scary?

“I don’t believe I have anything catastrophic to report, Sir,” Silla says, looking up at him. I imagine her looking up at him on her knees, and my dick twitches.

“Mmhmm. Aren’t you supposed to be coding?” he asks her, and she makes a face.

“Yes, but I need to change. This uniform is the most uncomfortable thing on earth. Excuse me, gentlemen,” Silla says so primly that I have to bite my lip and discreetly adjust my dick.

Godsdamn, baby girl.

She slips around Gray, walking into her room, and I shake my head.

“What did I miss?” he grunts, leaning against the wall. I guess he’s going to wait.

“Little Hacker had a run in with her instructors, which led to a panic attack. I found her weaving on her feet in exhaustion, so she skipped lunch and face planted onto her bed. Grayson, I checked to make sure she was breathing like four times,” I mutter, blowing out a breath. “She managed to have dinner tonight with Ayden, and I went looking for her when she didn’t show up at my office.”

“I would have gone ballistic,” Gray mutters.

“Yep. I found her in Ayden’s room, and they were chatting. Apparently, as she was leaving dinner some dipstick decided to fuck with her and threw her against a wall,” I explain. “There’s a small mark on her forehead. Silla insists her head doesn’t hurt. And now, as you can see she’s changing. The uniforms for Section B’s women are fucking awful, Warden.”

“Really? Honestly, I’ve never noticed,” he says, and there’s this cute little line on his forehead as he thinks about it. I really want to smooth it away, so I look away instead.

It looks like my attraction has decided to wake up after ignoring it for years. There’s been a time or two where we’ve stared at each other too long, or he’s crashed on my couch while I changed and I could feel his eyes on me.

But now… the game has changed.

The door opens, and Silla steps out in a long-sleeved white shirt and pants, which are her issued pajamas. There’s this cute little frown on her face, and I raise my brow at her.

“I have to wear a bra in this,” she huffs.

“Why?” Gray grunts, his eyes trailing over her body. The two of us have cleared the hallway with our presence, so he has nothing to worry about.