After tucking myself back into my pants, I zip my fly and buckle my belt. It’s like nothing ever happened except for the flush remaining on his cheeks and the sheen of sweat on my brow. “Anyway,” he says. ”About that one-o’clock spot.”
“Let’s go over the Power Point, and I’ll talk to Romian at three.”
“Okay.” He gives me a small smile. “Thanks, Isaac. I should be better tomorrow.”
“You’re perfect every day.”
He shakes his head, his flush deepening. “I can’t with you.”
That’s what I figured, but I meant it from the bottom of my heart. Maybe Deacon’s right. Maybe I should tell him how I really feel. If I weren’t so scared to lose him…
Still, I owe it to myself, and to Deacon, frankly, to figure out where I stand with Evan. Am I actually available, or is my heart already spoken for?
We don’t fuckaround during the one o’clock hour. I’m more than sated, and Evan’s too busy impressing the hell out of me with the level of work he’s done on his software presentation. It’s slightly hard to focus through my heart eyes, but I manage.
“Great work,” I tell him when he wraps up the private presentation.
“Really?”
“Yes,” I say.
He looks like he’s waiting for me to reveal the punchline. “You’re not just saying that because I let you fuck me this morning?”
“Evan. No. I actually do want you to succeed with this. As much as I enjoy you, I realize you can’t be my assistant forever. You’re too talented.”
“Well, I appreciate all the things you’re teaching me. It came in handy putting this together.”
“Good.” I almost don’t ask my next question, but he’s more than earned it. “Do you want to reach out to Hunter and set up another meeting?”
“Seriously?”
I nod.
“Isn’t this more Yellow team’s department?” he asks.
“If you want them to handle it, I’m sure they’ll be happy to,oryou could tell me what your team color would be, and we could go from there if we get the account.”
He stares at me a long moment, and I have no idea what he’s thinking. “Really?”
I force myself to swallow the lump in my throat. “Really.”
“If you trust me with it?—”
“I do,” I say. “You’re more than ready.”
He lowers his gaze. “I hope you’re not just saying that.”
“I’d tell you we could talk more about it over dinner, but I already know what you’ll say.”
He blushes, and I don’t know why, but it gives my heart a cramp. “The thing with my roommate. That’s tonight.”
“That’s right. Iwaslistening, I swear.”
He shrugs, standing up. “I was rambling. That was a pretty epic orgasm.”
My eyebrows lift. I don’t usually get compliments from himaftersex. “Same,” I say quietly.
He waves his hand like he’s trying to erase the topic from the chalkboard. “Okay, okay, I’m going. Do you need anything else?”
