Sami put on his boxers, blue with cartoon pizza slices with faces plastered all over them.Ridiculous.
“Don’t look so disappointed.Have you never heard of leaving them wanting more?”
“I’m more of a ‘why waste an opportunity when it’s already there’ kind of guy.”
Sami pulled his crinkled dress shirt over his shoulders.“Because, Baz, I got a feeling that if you pull a hip or throw out your back or something, your boss might kill me, and I’d rather not deal with that right now.”
“Throw out my back?I’m twenty-nine!”Baz put his robe on; he would not sit around naked while Sami insulted him.
“You spend all day sitting in an office.That ages you.”
“Fuck you, I’m young.”
“Next time.”Sami grinned.“But nice to know you have insecurities like the rest of us.Makes you seem more human.”
As opposed to what, a robot?That didn’t even make sense.
“And what’s your insecurity?Not having an answer to something for once?”
“I think we’re still talking about you.I love learning new things.”
Sami shoved his tie into his pants pocket as he sauntered out of the bedroom.Such a disgrace to fine tailoring everywhere.Though calling that suit fine—or tailored—would be an overstatement.How did Ian let him get away with that?
“Explains why you’re obsessed with me.Hope you’re paying attention,” Baz said.
Sami laughed, again.Baz tried not to preen.Most people didn’t realize how funny he was.
“Yeah, it’s been super educational.What, with your nurturing personality and all.”Sami’s hand hugged the door handle.“Before you ask, no, I don’t need a cab.”
“I wasn’t going to ask.”
“In which case, how rude of you to not care how I get home.Do you treat all your guests this way?”
If it were up to Baz, Sami could stay—no.No, that would only blur the lines.This was nothing but a casual, rage-fueled arrangement between two people who used each other’s bodies for stress relief.Yeah.
“Just the annoying ones,” Baz said.
Sami’s smile widened.Something was seriously wrong with him to enjoy being insulted.His lower lip slid behind his teeth, got stuck there.He looked like he was waiting for something.What, a handshake?A good night kiss?Did he expect Baz to get down on his knees and give him an impromptu blow job?
Whatever it was, he wasn’t sure if Sami had found it when he pressed the handle down.“Good night, Baz.”
“Night, Sami.”
Baz leaned against the doorframe, watching Sami’s hips swing as he strutted down the hall.Such an impeccable ass…
Sami glanced over his shoulder.
Baz slammed the door shut.
Chapter twelve
Baz’sheartwasinhis throat when the elevator doors opened to the associates’ floor.He wasn’t sure what he expected—whispers and side glances following him, perhaps, or an unmarked envelope on his desk with pictures of Sami and him in bed.
But nothing happened.No looks, no threats, not even a text from Sami.Things might actually be normal.Huh.Who said he couldn’t have both: the career-making case and a hot affair with the strangest person he’d ever met?
Coming home to find no Sami lingering in the hallway was a relief.And a disappointment, even more so when the coast remained clear the next day.And the day after.And the weekend.Clearly, boundaries were intact and the casualness of their arrangement asserted.
So whenAnnoying Stalkerpopped up on his screen on Monday morning while he was filing a patent, that obviously meant nothing to Baz.He could easily drag his eyes back to the paper.His hand itched with the urge to reach for his phone—he tightened his fingers around the pen.The screen went dark again.
