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Leo

It’s been a week since Hannah and I finally gave in and hooked up and to say we’ve been fucking like crazy every chance we get since then, would be an understatement. If we’re not at work, we’re naked and in bed together.

Or in the shower.

Or she’s bent over my kitchen table.

Or hers.

Or any number of other pieces of furniture at her place or mine.

And fuck my life if it hasn’t been the greatest week ever.

We literally cannot keep our hands off each other and our chemistry is beyond explosive.

I always knew it would be good when we finally did this; it was obvious from the way we both reacted to each other.

But I’m not sure either of us could have predicted it would be this good.

It’s literally like she was made for me, and I seriously cannot get enough of her. And with both of us now getting clean bills of health, so we aren’t bothering with condoms anymore, it’s somehow just made everything that much hotter.

“Yo, Leo,” Dylan calls out as he walks into the kitchen, a smile on his face that I know would not be there if he knew about all the filthy things I was doing with his sister this morning.

I mean it’s not like we’re going to keep it from him forever, but right now, we are both enjoying this whole getting to know each other thing, without the eyes of everyone at Somerville’s or Apple Jacks on us.

God knows I witnessed what he went through when he was trying to win Tessa back and I definitely do not need that level of scrutiny thrown my way.

Particularly given our working relationship.

As sex crazy as I am about her, I’m still conscious of the fact that I’m her boss and all of this looks very different for her if anyone was to find out.

“Hey, what’s up?” I ask as he walks into my office.

Technically I’m not supposed to be at work because it’s Monday and the restaurants are closed for the next two days, but with Hannah still needing to finish unpacking her house, I figured I’d come in, try and get a few things done before we meet up again tonight.

I’ve kind of been slacking when it comes to a lot of work-related things since I started my extracurricular activities.

And our last attempt at unpacking her house, while fucking awesome, didn’t actually result in much unpacking.

Dylan flops into the chair on the other side of my desk, his hands resting on the arm rests and that huge stupid grin he’s always sporting plastered on his face. “We’re going out tonight.”

“What?” I ask, looking up from the menu ideas I’ve been working on for Apple Jacks.

With the renovations planned for Somerville’s, it’s going to mean the restaurant soon closes for a while.

It will help with the staff shortages, but I still want to expand the menu here to provide more options given the likely increase in customers. “No, I’ve got plans, can’t.”

“Cancel them,” he says matter of factly. “Come on, everyone’s going.”

I’m shaking my head before he’s even finished talking, knowing there’s not a chance in hell I’m canceling my plans with Hannah tonight. “Who’s everyone?” I ask, like that’s going to change my mind.

“Me, Will, Jack, Tommy. The girls are doing some baby shower shit for Lauren, so we’re making the most of the winery being shut tomorrow and getting drunk tonight. Boy’s night,” he adds with a chuckle.

I look up to see him watching me, clearly waiting for me to say yes like this is the greatest suggestion ever. And normally it is and I’d be all up for it, but not tonight.

I’m just about to tell him no when my phone chimes out with a text. Pulling it from my back pocket, my own stupid smile is automatic as soon as I see Hannah’s name light up my screen.

Hannah: So I’ve been invited to Lauren’s baby shower tonight…Tessa is making me go…can we hook up after?

I glance at Dylan, wondering if he somehow knows it’s from his sister. He’s still wearing that stupid grin, although now I’m trying not to read too much into it as I turn back to my phone to reply.

Me: Hook up? Babe, I told you this isn’t hooking up. This is us fucking and it’s fucking spectacular.

Hannah: It sure is…but tonight??

Me: Your brother is in my office right now informing me that I’m going out with him and the boys, so…

Hannah: I guess it might look suspicious if we both bailed on them tonight then, right?

Me: Maybe, but we are definitely getting together after.

Hannah: I’ll probably be drunk ;)

Me: And I’ll be only too happy to have my filthy way with Drunk Hannah.

Hannah: That will make Drunk Hannah very happy

I burst out laughing, forgetting for a second that Dylan is still in my office.

“Okay, who the hell are you sexting?” he asks, and I immediately tilt my phone toward my chest, just in case.

“I’m not sexting anyone,” I tell him, just as my phone chimes out with another text.

Hannah: BTW, I’ve finally finished unpacking…funnily enough, thinking about your gorgeous dick and exactly what it can do to me the whole time really helped keep me motivated. Although I did need to stop a couple of times to…well you know ;)

“Fuck me,” I mutter, my eyes closing as images of Hannah getting herself off, possibly with one of those toys I know she keeps in her nightstand, flash before me.

Maybe we should bail on tonight after all because I have a sudden urgent need to be at her place, ripping her clothes off so I can bury myself inside her and give her the real thing.

“Seriously, dude, who the fuck are you texting? You’re like…I don’t know, weirdly focused.”

I tighten the grip on my phone, not replying to Hannah’s latest text because I cannot think straight with her brother sitting in front of me. Clearing my throat, I turn back to Dylan. “Okay fine, what’s the plan for tonight?”

Dylan is still staring at me, a strange look on his face as though he’s trying to figure out what’s going on.

“What?” I prompt, sitting back in my chair, my phone burning in my hand.

“I should be asking you the same question,” he says. “What’s going on here?” he asks, waving a hand at me.

I clear my throat, as I say, “Nothing. Anyway, my plans have changed. What’s happening tonight?”

Dylan’s brow narrows and I can tell he doesn’t believe me, or at the very least, knows something is going on. “Well, the girls are all at Somerville’s,” he says. “So, we’ve got Apple Jacks. You in or what?”

Exhaling, I figure if Hannah is busy tonight, then I may as well kill some time hanging out with the guys too. At least we’ll have later tonight and all of tomorrow with the restaurants closed. “Yep, okay, I’m in.”

Dylan claps his hands together, smiling as he stands.

“Great. Now, you gonna spill the beans on who you were sexting with just then or what? ’Cause, dude, you were rocking a seriously huge smile.

You know, the kinda smile that suggests you are sexting and getting laid on the regular.

I mean trust me, I speak from experience on this one. ”

Chuckling, I shake my head at his persistence. “You know,” I say, grinning, “I seem to recall a time when you hated everyone sticking their nose in your sex life, yet here you are, sticking yours in mine.”

Dylan laughs. “Fuck, I knew you were sexting! Tell me, who is it? Do I know her?”

I swallow hard, trying to keep my poker face on as I reply, “I wasn’t sexting and anyway, my business, not yours, remember?”

“Come on, this is different.”

“Oh, it is, is it? And how so?”

“I don’t know,” he says with a shrug. “We’re friends.”

I stand, moving around my desk as I shove Dylan toward the door. “Yes, we are, still doesn’t mean I’m spilling the beans on who I wasn’t sexting with just now.”

Dylan huffs, clearly annoyed. “Yeah well, we’ll see what a couple of drinks does to you tonight. Bet I can get you to sing like a fucking canary.”

Laughing, I push him through the door. “Whatever. I’ll see you later.”

I close the door behind him, immediately opening up the text thread on my phone.

Me: You are so paying for sending me that text when you knew your brother was with me. Be ready Drunk Hannah, I’m gonna enjoy punishing you for that one ;)

Hannah: Well shit, consider me fucking excited!

I burst out laughing as I finish up things in my office before heading back to my place to take a quick shower, my mind reeling with ideas about what I’m going to do to her when I get my hands on her later tonight.

By the time I get to Apple Jacks, everyone else is there. I’m greeted with a cheer as I walk through the door and before I even have a chance to sit down, Jack is thrusting a drink at me and clinking his bottle against mine.

“Cheers, mate, thanks for coming,” he says.

“No problem,” I say, lifting my drink in a salute before taking a sip. “Was a good idea, given what your other half is up to.”

Jack laughs, shaking his head a little. “Yeah, I mean look, I love Lu and I’m fucking excited about the babies coming, but I do not need to watch as she unwraps a bunch of organic nappies or whatever.”

“Unwrap what?” I ask, confused.

Jack narrows his brow. “Nappies,” he says.

“What the hell is that?”

“Oh my god,” he moans, rolling his eyes. “Fucking diapers, man. Shit, you guys say some weird shit.”

Laughing, I slap his shoulder as we join Dylan, Tommy and Will. “Speak for yourself, Jack. Speak for yourself.”

“Leo!” Dylan says, grinning as he shoves a stool at me and motions for me to sit. “Take a seat.” His grin widens, his smile sly as he glances at Tom and Jack before turning back to me. “Seems our boy here has gone and found himself someone to sext with.”

“Oh fuck,” I mutter, scrubbing a hand down my face.

“Whoa, what? How the hell do I not know about this?” Jack asks, an urgent and slightly annoyed tone to his voice.

Dylan smirks, chuckling as he looks at Jack. “Losing your touch, man,” he teases. “And I guess you’re not the only one who notices shit around here.”

Jack shakes his head as he turns back to me. “No, this won’t do, what’s going on here? Start talking. I need details.”

Laughing at the obvious annoyance Jack has because Dylan has apparently got one over him, I shake my head, holding a hand up as I say, “Nothing, Dylan’s talking shit. As usual.”

“Bullshit,” Dylan says, laughing. “You were so fucking sexting someone when I came past earlier and man, she must be good, because the smile on your face. Fuck.”

I can’t help but laugh, because as much as I do not want to spill the beans here, I know if I did, I would seriously knock Dylan on his ass. Big time. “Look, dude, you’re this big loved up fool right now. You’re imaging shit. Let it go.”

“Oh no, no, no,” he replies, shaking his head. “This is legit, you gotta see, Jack, seriously.”

I turn to Jack who’s still watching me, a look of concentration on his face as though he’s trying to work something out.

Clearly, he doesn’t remember nearly busting me and Han in the catering kitchen a while back.

Either that or I just read too much into things that day.

Tommy is sitting beside him, silently chuckling as he sips his cider, while Will watches Jack, a look of amusement on his face.

“Are they always like this?” I ask Tom.

He nods. “Yep. I mean he’s the worst,” he says, jerking a thumb at Jack. “But he’s not much better these days,” he adds, gesturing to Dylan, who rolls his eyes.

“They’re both as bad as each other,” Will chimes in, making Tom laugh.

“This place,” I mutter, still smiling because as much as the whole everyone knowing everyone’s business is weird, I do really love working here. Even more so with my sexy new sous chef.

Dylan laughs, slapping my shoulder as he flops onto the stool beside me. “There’s no escaping it, Leo,” he says, smiling. “We’ll get it out of you eventually. Now drink up. And Jack, get him another cider. We need to loosen this guy up and get him talking.”

Jack lets out a laugh as though he approves of Dylan’s plan before handing me another cider.

I finish off my drink before accepting the new one, wondering if Hannah is copping this much shit from the girls as I mentally count down the minutes till I can escape and go ravish that sexy as fuck body of hers.