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Me

You said he wanted me. Did you leave something out?

Isaac

Fine, it’s probably worth trying to have a conversation.

Me

That was surprisingly difficult. You’re easier to talk to when my dick is inside you.

Isaac

Now I have to burn my phone.

I laugh.

Me

At least send a dick pic first.

He leaves me on read for twenty minutes and then, as I’m stepping off the train, my phone pings, and I open the text to see Isaac’s erection, in all its glory, with cum on the shaft and his gripping fist on a backdrop of black porcelain tile.

I hum with satisfaction before pocketing my phone and walking the rest of the way to work.

22

EVAN

Isaac and I barely speak in the office. It turns out he can tackle his calendar tasks on his own and communicates his professional needs perfectly well in an email. I can’t say it’s a good morning, and I also can’t help noticing how possessive I am of this little space outside his office door. When I think about someone else sitting here answering his phone and his emails, I get irrationally annoyed.

But, I remind myself, I didn’t get a masters degree to be someoneelse’sassistant. Not even Isaac Sullivan’s. I’m reminded of this when the Four Points Freight team crosses the office, clearly having come from the meeting with the contract attorneys. Hunter spots me, makes some excuse to the people with him, who keep walking toward the elevator. He approaches me at my desk.

Isaac’s door has been open all morning, so I hope Hunter doesn’t blurt out anything we talked about at lunch last week. I smile up at him. “How’d it go?”

He scans my small desk with a look of slight irritation. “This place is pretty efficient. You busy?”

“I’m—” I glance at my desktop monitor and see the empty inbox. The phone isn’t flashing with any calls. That’s when I notice it’s just after noon. “Not at the moment.”

“Mr. Cross. Hello.”

I startle at Isaac’s voice. Hunter and I both look up to see him leaning in the doorway, his arms and legs crossed in that sexy, casual way they make TikToks about. Hunter reaches out to shake Isaac’s hand. “We have your contracts to look over.”

Isaac nods, glancing between the two of us. “Do you have any questions for me?”

“No. Everyone’s been very thorough. We appreciate it.”

Because Isaac isn’t completely clueless, he knows when not to linger and make things awkward. “You have my number if anything comes up.”

“Yes,” Hunter says. “Thank you.”

Isaac peels himself off the doorframe and disappears from my line of sight. Hunter looks back at me with a conspiratorial smile. He mouths, “Lunch?”

I nod and tip my head toward the elevator like “I’ll meet you there.”

Understanding, Hunter walks away. A minute later, I send Isaac an inter-office message saying I’m taking my lunch break, and I get to Hunter just as the elevator’s opening.

“You know,” he says, almost the instant the doors close and we’re alone. “If you came to work with me, I wouldn’t even need Polytech.”