Just a question with plausible deniability. Would you mind picking it up for me if you’re heading out anyway?”His tone was light, polite. Gay sex My body had become attuned to him—his footsteps, his voice, the scent of his cologne drifting through the air like a promise. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar again, and his blazer hung on the back of his chair. It could’ve waited. I had just stood to stretch when he paused beside me.“Hey, Blake,” he said, glancing at his phone, “I’ve got a call at noon and I promised I’d grab something from La Fenice. “I like working with people who understand subtlety.”I swallowed.Then, finally, he opened the folder. Same time. Typed responses and deleted them. Just present. As I reached beneath the desk, I felt his gaze on my back, a pause just long enough to register. There was a confidence in the way he sat, legs apart, one ankle resting on his knee like he had nothing to prove.A folder sat on the table between us, but he didn’t touch it.“You’ve been really helpful this week,” he said.
