Huh. Voice like black silk.That was pretty good, I needed to write that down somewhere.
Saving Fox’s number in myphone, I collapsed back onto the bed with a thump, making the bottle of lubeand dildos bounce on the mattress.
Everything was going to beall right.
TWO
FOX
“Jesus, Fox,” Gray said as heapproached, peering over my shoulder at my phone screen. “Do you have to lookat dicks while we’re at work?”
Served him right forsnooping.
“It’s not polite to lookover other people’s shoulders,” I pointed out. “I didn’t know this was a dickpic when I opened it. I’ve never spoken to the man before.”
Gray snorted.
“Now I’m trying to decidewhat the etiquette is,” I continued. “Should I send one back? Would it be takenas an insult, since mine’s bigger?”
I didn’t reallyappreciate being sent unsolicited pictures of other people’s cocks, but on theother hand, I was almost desperate enough to respond. After a long dry spell, Iwas just about willing to lower my standards toeager. Someone whowanted it as badly as I did might have been fun.
Alas, he’d have to wait,since I was headed to Los Angeles today.
“Can’t be any bigger thanyour head,” Gray said, coming to a stop in front of my desk. “You wanna pretendto be a professional for ten seconds?”
I looked up at him, a smirkmaking my lips twitch. It wasveryhard to take him seriously when hetalked about professionalism these days.
Especially since I’d caught him nottwodays ago in acompromising position with his very enthusiastic and talented boyfriend.
I liked Miles, and I wasglad to see Gray with him. But I wasn’t about to let him forget thathewas the firstone to fall into bed with a client. In comparison, I’d been a perfect angel.
So far.
“I’m sorry you walked in onme and Miles.” Gray sighed. It might’ve been more efficient for him to make arecording of that so he could play it for me every morning. “Did you get intouch with that client?”
“I did,” I said. “And I wasjust dropping by to tell you that I’m leaving for LA in… ooh, twenty minutes?When the peak hour traffic subsides.”
“On your bike?” Gray asked.
“On my bike,” I confirmed. “Haven’thad a chance to spend much time with her lately. Poor thing’s feelingneglected.”
“Long trip on a bike. I canlend you my car, if you want,” Gray said. “I’m not gonna need it this week.”
“As generous as that offeris, no, thank you. I can’t imagine trying to get around Los Angeles in a car.The bike’ll be better.”
Gray shrugged. “Offer’s open.What’s the plan between now and leaving?”
I shrugged. “Thought I mightsit around here with my thumb up my—”
“Language,” Milessing-songed as he opened the door, carrying a tray of coffee cups and a bag ofdonuts. I knew he wasn’t serious, and he knew me well by now.
Since we’d realized howsimilar our tastes in books were, I’d often come in to the office to find oneon my desk with a post-it note that saidfrom Miles, complete with aheart.
It was just as well Graywasn’tthe jealous type. We’d gotten used to getting close to each other’s loved oneswhen we could.
Just in case we had todeliver some bad news one day. Just in case we had to look after them.
Gray was pretty much out ofdanger now, but I would have looked after Miles.
