I wasn’t heading out. Just present. Gay sex “You’re a lifesaver.”His words were simple. There was a file on the table between us again—its edges perfectly squared to the surface—but neither of us touched it.“You’ve had a good week,” he said. 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. But Sean’s tone was disarming, his expression earnest.“I know it’s not your job,” he added quickly. Nothing inappropriate on its face. When I handed the pen to him, his fingers brushed mine.“Thanks,” he said. “Mind?”I crouched automatically. It took longer than expected to find the right one. Again, simple. Not because I had to, but because each one felt like an invitation. Thanks, Blake.”He turned his attention back to the folder as though the meeting were over. Nothing inappropriate on its face. And that file with nothing in it—an invitation disguised as protocol. 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.
