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Story: The Auction Block
"Excuse me for a moment, Mr. Mason," I say, strolling from his office.
Once outside, I shut his door and pull out my cell phone. I scroll through my contacts list, highlight the person I need and press the call button.
"Hey, Viper. How’s your day?" Hayato is overly cheerful.
"Boring as shit. I need a favor."
I glance up, noticing Blake's receptionist watching me carefully. I turn my back on her— she's a nosy bitch.
"No problem. What’d you need?"
"Can you hack Mason's phone and forward me all incoming and outgoing text messages for the last hour?"
He chuckles. "Ya, I got you. Give me five minutes."
"Thanks."
I walk back into Blake's office, closing the door behind me. He looks up, meeting my gaze and smiles. My stomach clenches and I force my insides to remain calm.
"I've got one more conference call to take and then I'd like to get some lunch."
"Not a problem. Just let me know when you're ready to leave and I'll call Jameson."
"Okay," he says as his office phone rings.
I sit back in the corner as Blake takes his call. After another seven pages of Hamlet, my cell phone vibrates— it's the texts. I glance at Blake, making sure he's occupied before opening the file.
1:00p Caleb: Sup bro? 007 let you go to work today?
1:02p Blake: She's here with me.
1:05p Caleb: NO SHIT! Is she dressed in that hot spy wardrobe again? Can I stop by your office?
1:10p Blake: Ha. She looks pretty hot. We went out to breakfast this morning.
1:15p Caleb: OoO? Really? You digging on her already?
1:16p Blake: I dunno dude, something about her. She's so goddamn standoffish though.
1:18p Caleb: I bet. She's got some secrets man. What are you gonna do?
1:20p Blake: No clue. I don't think charm is going to work with her.
1:22p Caleb: Dude, just be yourself. If I was you, I'd fuck her three ways from Sunday . . . on your desk . . . your door locks right?
1:25p Blake: You're an asshole, though. It's different with her, Caleb . . . I can't explain it.
1:27p Caleb: Wait . . . you mean, you got like serious feelings for this chick? You've known her 2 days, bro!
1:30p Blake: I know man, but there's something about her . . .
Well, fuck me!
This is why I need space. Two days and he’s talking about me to his friends, taking me out to breakfast, and giving me flowers. No. The only thing this is going to do is hurt him and get me fired. If Jax finds out about any of this, I'm going to be in deep shit.
Despite myself, I do find Blake intriguing. I sigh and shake my head. All I need to do is ignore it. Ignore the sensations, his tone of voice, and the look in his eyes.
If I can do that, maybe I can get through this assignment with my sanity intact. I pick my book up off the table and read again. Blake's phone chirps at the same time mine vibrates. He squeezes the receiver between his ear and shoulder and picks up his phone. I raise my eyebrow as he snickers, tapping out a reply. He slides his phone back on the desk and mine vibrates again.
Once outside, I shut his door and pull out my cell phone. I scroll through my contacts list, highlight the person I need and press the call button.
"Hey, Viper. How’s your day?" Hayato is overly cheerful.
"Boring as shit. I need a favor."
I glance up, noticing Blake's receptionist watching me carefully. I turn my back on her— she's a nosy bitch.
"No problem. What’d you need?"
"Can you hack Mason's phone and forward me all incoming and outgoing text messages for the last hour?"
He chuckles. "Ya, I got you. Give me five minutes."
"Thanks."
I walk back into Blake's office, closing the door behind me. He looks up, meeting my gaze and smiles. My stomach clenches and I force my insides to remain calm.
"I've got one more conference call to take and then I'd like to get some lunch."
"Not a problem. Just let me know when you're ready to leave and I'll call Jameson."
"Okay," he says as his office phone rings.
I sit back in the corner as Blake takes his call. After another seven pages of Hamlet, my cell phone vibrates— it's the texts. I glance at Blake, making sure he's occupied before opening the file.
1:00p Caleb: Sup bro? 007 let you go to work today?
1:02p Blake: She's here with me.
1:05p Caleb: NO SHIT! Is she dressed in that hot spy wardrobe again? Can I stop by your office?
1:10p Blake: Ha. She looks pretty hot. We went out to breakfast this morning.
1:15p Caleb: OoO? Really? You digging on her already?
1:16p Blake: I dunno dude, something about her. She's so goddamn standoffish though.
1:18p Caleb: I bet. She's got some secrets man. What are you gonna do?
1:20p Blake: No clue. I don't think charm is going to work with her.
1:22p Caleb: Dude, just be yourself. If I was you, I'd fuck her three ways from Sunday . . . on your desk . . . your door locks right?
1:25p Blake: You're an asshole, though. It's different with her, Caleb . . . I can't explain it.
1:27p Caleb: Wait . . . you mean, you got like serious feelings for this chick? You've known her 2 days, bro!
1:30p Blake: I know man, but there's something about her . . .
Well, fuck me!
This is why I need space. Two days and he’s talking about me to his friends, taking me out to breakfast, and giving me flowers. No. The only thing this is going to do is hurt him and get me fired. If Jax finds out about any of this, I'm going to be in deep shit.
Despite myself, I do find Blake intriguing. I sigh and shake my head. All I need to do is ignore it. Ignore the sensations, his tone of voice, and the look in his eyes.
If I can do that, maybe I can get through this assignment with my sanity intact. I pick my book up off the table and read again. Blake's phone chirps at the same time mine vibrates. He squeezes the receiver between his ear and shoulder and picks up his phone. I raise my eyebrow as he snickers, tapping out a reply. He slides his phone back on the desk and mine vibrates again.
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