I don’t understand. “I’ll pay you.”
“Not enough.”
He flips me off and walks to the door of my office, his hand hitting the knob. He doesn’t even hesitate.
My hands are fists in my lap, my nostrils flaring.
I can’t let him leave. My office will be too quiet. I’ll be…alone again.
Neo might drive me crazy, but somehow, him being here is better than the alternative.
“I—” I begin, and Neo stills. “I overthink.”
He cranes his head over his shoulder. “You overthink?”
“Yes.”
“That’s your deep, dark secret?”
I nod once. “Yes. No one knows this.”
“Fuck off,” he chuckles. “You’re messing with me. Everyone knows you overthink.”
I exhale slowly. “I don’t know what you want from me.”
“Yeah, apparently. I was hoping for something like, ‘I listen to K-pop’ or like, ‘I envision you sucking my cock’ or something.”
My face heats. If I believed in psychics, which I don’t, I’d question whether Neo was some kind of clairvoyant. Why else would he pick that exact deed? Does he know how often I’ve pictured shutting him up by feeding him my cock? “I have a girlfriend.”
“So you keep saying.”
“It’s true.”
There’s a knowing smirk on Neo’s lips as he draws closer. “You know what? Since I don’t have a job, I might as well call Kyle. He’s an asshole, but he’s always honest.”
My fingers crack slightly.
Mine. Mine.
Neo goes to leave again and the words fall from my lips before I can stop them. “I had a dream about you last night.”
There’s a small gasp. He smothers it fast, but I hear it. I don’t let myself react to it. Don’t let myself wonder what else I could do to extract that noise from him.
At least, I try.
When Neo finds his voice again, it’s to ask questions. “Whatabout? Was it just us? Was I naked? Oh, please say I was naked. Or you were. So long as there were some dicks out I’ll be happy.”
He’ll be very happy if you tell him the whole dream.
There’s no way I’m telling him. Instead, I tilt my head in the direction of his chair. “Come sit down and finish your work.”
He folds his arms over his chest defiantly. “No. I want more. I want details.”
I stand up, and his eyes rove over my entire frame. I shiver slightly from the sight. “I gave you enough.”
He groans, his head falling back. The long lines of his neck are revealed, and I can’t help but remember how lovely it looked with my hand wrapped around it. “Enough? That was, like, a crumb. Barely a crumb. Hansel and Gretel would get lost with that shit.”
I huff a laugh, and his lips turn up.
