“That’s all. Same time. Gay sex “Got a couple of things I’d love your thoughts on. It could’ve waited. But the way he said them—and the way he didn’t look away—left something in the air between us. There was that smile again—small, deliberate, unreadable.Wednesday morning, he stopped by my desk in a fitted navy suit that seemed tailor-made to show off the taper of his waist, the width of his shoulders. Every movement was composed but casual, as though the world tilted to accommodate him.The worst part wasn’t the things he asked me to do—it was how much I wanted to do them. Just a question with plausible deniability. Again, simple. Nothing overt. But he asked, and I responded.That afternoon, I watched him lead a meeting in the large glass-walled boardroom. As if he were always listening for something beneath what was said.“You’re conscientious,” he said. Again, simple. Would you mind picking it up for me if you’re heading out anyway?”His tone was light, polite. 5:45.Just like the day before. He flipped through them slowly, reading aloud a few items, asking for my opinion on things I had no direct involvement in.It was obvious.
