And suck me off like he was made for it.
Ansel continues to fidget. “Emotionally, not physically. Neo doesn’t like to let people close to him because he expects them to leave.”
“That’s not what’s happening here. We aren’t in a relationship or anything. It was one date. A date he requested via The Firm.”
“Maybe that’s the problem.”
I growl, starting to pace again. “I don’t understand.”
“No,” Ansel says sadly. “I don’t think you do. What do you want, Wylder?”
“I want Neo to be Neo again.” I sigh. “I want things to go back to how they were before the date.”
“For him to be annoying the shit out of you?”
“If that makes him happy, then yes.” I throw my hands up in the air in frustration. “I’m flying blind here. You’ve got to give me something.”
“I’ll give you two things. First, you need to accept that things might never go back to how they were.”
I stop to stare at him. “Why not? Nothing’s changed for me.”
Hasn’t it?
“If you say so.” Ansel smirks like he can hear my inner voice and agrees. “But that doesn’t mean it hasn’t changed for him.”
That’s not true. Even if Ansel’s right and Neo can’t let anyone close, there’s nothing to suggest he even likes me that way.
Aside from the two times he sucked your cock, obviously.
I rake my hand through my hair. “Fine. What’s the second thing?”
“If you want Neo to stop ignoring you, take a leaf out of his book. Get in his space. Refuse to let him ignore you. Annoy him until you have his attention.”
I open my mouth to say I can’t do it, that it’s not socially appropriate.
But then Ansel speaks again. “Trust me. This will make you happy in the long run. Both of you.”
I don’t give a shit about my own happiness, but I’ll settle for Neo’s. “Fine. I think this is a terrible idea, but I’ll give it a go.”
I return to my office ten minutes later with Ansel’s advice ringing in my ears.
Neo doesn’t look up at my arrival. He focuses on his laptop like I don’t even exist.
I clear my throat, but he doesn’t react. I glance at how far awayhe’s sitting, so unlike a few days before when our chairs were so close the arms stacked on top of each other.
“I’m back,” I say, and he sighs, his clacking pausing for a second before picking back up.
My lips turn down, and I feel something well up inside of me. Something I can’t quite comprehend. Something that feels a lot like panic.
Something I’m not allowed to feel.
I stalk toward my desk, lower myself into my chair, and then reach out and grab his chair, pulling it toward my own.
Neo frowns at me for a moment, but says nothing. Just leans over for his computer and continues working.
I turn on my computer, staring at the blinking screen. Or maybe it’s my eyes that are fluttering.
My fists clench before stretching out in a tense flex.
