I’d come to drop something off, but I found myself standing still, like a voyeur at a gallery exhibit. As the room emptied, he looked up. Gay sex His blazer was off, sleeves rolled to the elbows. I caught him looking at me once or twice. He wore the confidence of his profession everywhere he went; Sean was a lawyer in and out of the office.The first time I saw him in the boardroom, standing as if he owned the space despite being the newest hire, I felt something low in my stomach shift. Sean was the picture of perfection in my mind, and I still hadn’t seen what was under his clothes. Efficient.”He smirked. His suit was charcoal, cut sharp across the shoulders and snug at the waist. Blank.“So,” he said, leaning forward, “let’s talk about how we’re going to handle this.”I looked at the file. He knew where the lines were—and how to walk right up to them.I ducked into the kitchen for a coffee refill, half-hoping he wouldn’t follow. There was something in the way he paused, considered, made people wait for his words. I couldn’t. Half-hoping he would.“Morning,” he said behind me.
