“What’s the biggest task you guys have to work on to make it presentable?” Kevin insists.
“We’re trying to improve the hand recognition algorithm to get rid of the nail polish. As long as the app needs flashy nails to work, it can’t be taken seriously. Oh, and we’re still waiting on NAD’s data. We’re currently using something Oli got for me, so it’s not entirely legal. But they agreed to send us the files anyway, so it’s technically fine. We just don’t know when we’ll officially get them.”
“Can it be done in the ten days we have before the convention?”
I’m tempted to look at Lex to see what he thinks of this. Ten days is tricky but possible. “Hypothetically, it could be done,” I venture. “But we’re looking at some serious overtime and more coders working on it.”
“Lex, do you think you and your team can make it?”
“Facial and voice recognition took decades to reach where it’s at now, and that was just the face. We’re talking about ten digits, two palms, wrists, upper body position, and a face. Mannerisms can also be as potent of an issue as an accent. The multiple ways the same sentence can be expressed also makes it all complicated.”
“Ok, bear with me here, guys. I’m not asking for the app to be finished and polished. I’m asking if it can be good enough for a demonstration. There will be investors there, people who matter. This could be a springboard for Kelex to become international.”
“Kev, the only thing I can tell you right now is we’ll try and do our best to make it work,” Lex proposes. “But it’s safer to keep the braille tool in mind. We can’t ridicule ourselves with an unfinished product.”
Kevin’s reasonable enough to recognize that Lex is right. Sourly, the man nods. “Andy, I know you’ve already worked a lot for this, but would you be willing to do extra hours?”
“I… guess? But I can’t promise it’ll be ready.”
“That’s alright. If it’s ready by then, it’s great. If not, it’ll boost the project,” he suggests. As I nod, I’m already trying to organize all this, determine the priorities, what can be left out… “Lex, are you fine with working overtime too?” Kevin then asks.
I can’t help it. My eyes go straight to Lex, eager to know his reaction. As compelled as I am, his gaze finds mine, and we stare at each other for a moment. Overtime means we’ll be the only ones in the building every evening. It means we’ll have even more hours together.
This is terrible. I can’t spend so much time with Lex alone in his office. I can’t handle my cravings during the daytime, and it certainly won’t be better at night or on weekends.
I can’t be trusted near him, knowing I’ll fantasize about being bent over the desk and fucked. He could also lift me against a wall or a window, hoist me up on the furniture, ravish me on the floor… Damn, I’m so hooked that even the uncomfortable couch seems like a good spot for someslex.
He catches up with my chain of thoughts, his eyes darkening. His jaw clenches before he turns to Kevin.
“It’s nothing I haven’t done before,” he answers.
When his attention returns to me, I don’t know how to interpret the dangerous promises I discern on his face. The abundant hunger with which he demanded more of me last night isn’t debatable. He enjoyed fucking me so much that he got hard again mere minutes after blowing his load. Twice.
At the memory of last night, my skin warms up and my cheeks flush. I avert my eyes when I remember we aren’t alone in the room.
Thankfully, Kevin isn’t paying attention to me. His eyes are locked on his friend, his brows slightly frowned. “Lex, can I see you in my office?” he asks bluntly.
Alexander looks away from me. “Sure.” They exit the room without another word, leaving me alone with my paranoia.
We’re so busted. It lasted barely ten minutes before boss number two realized I fucked boss number one. Maybe now is a good time to go herd those llamas in Peru.
Focusing on work is hard, especially since Lex can return any second. I’ll have to face him alone and pretend like he didn’t tongue-fuck and dick-fuck me. I’m distractedly reading the same line for the tenth time when someone knocks. For a brief moment, I freeze, worried the time has come. But Lex doesn’t knock, so my shoulders relax.
“Come in.”
To my surprise, it’s Aditya, our IT guy. I met him a few times, as he likes hanging out with the guys in the Lair. He’s shy, especially with women, but we’ve spoken once or twice.
“Hi, Adi,” I greet him with a smile. “What brings you up here?”
“Good morning, Andy. I got an email from Alexander saying I have to move your computer back downstairs.”
My heart sinks down to my stomach. So, that’s it? Lex got what he wanted, and now he’s getting rid of me? I never expected much from him, but maybe a little more consideration. I feel so… used.
Fuckthe man. Seriously.
“Did you sleep with Andrea?”
Irritated, I look around at my business partner’s office. It’s nearly the same as mine but with more colors and wooden furniture.
