“Whatever, he was acting childish, right?” I nodded and she continued. “So you don’t feel pressured to accept his advances?”
“Well … I wouldn’t say he’smadeany advances. Like, there’ve been a couple of heated looks, a comment or two that could be read as flirting. But like, he hasn’t done anything forward.”
“And if he did, what’d you do?”
“Like right now?”
“No, in a year,” she huffed and rolled her eyes. “Yes, right now.”
“I guess …” I sighed and slumped back into my chair. “So like, I’m not the best at impulse control.”
“You and me both.”
“Right, so like, if he asked me literally right now, I’d probably say something like I’d be interested if I can get the job I want first. 'Cause like, if I go to Hansen and ask to be somebody else’s PA 'cause I wanna get with Kean, that doesn’t really help show that I’m mature enough for a management position, right?”
“I guess,” she huffed. “I mean, it’s definitely not true. But I get where you’re coming from.”
“Right. But if he asked me out if I’ve had a drink or he was in that tux he tried on …” I sighed and rested my head on the table, thinking about Kean’s ass in his boxers.
“Ah, the age-old battle of logic versus horniness.”
“Exactly.”
We were silent for a minute as I tried, unsuccessfully, to not think about Kean’s biceps or thighs or the way he said he’d do anything I asked him to. How he acted when I cried, the way he took responsibility when Hansen was upset for the meme thing.
“Follow-up question, are you hot for the man or sweet on him?” Rosa asked and I literally had to pull back from my thoughts and just … think about it.
I’d thought I just wanted fuck him, but …
“Maybe both,” I eventually said, voice soft. “I dunno, it’s too soon to tell. We haven’t known each other all that long. But he … he has his moments.”
“Ah!” Rosa squealed, wiggling a little in excitement. “Oh my god, this is so exciting! Let’s go get you a dress for the gala that’ll have himbeggingHansen to give you that job.”
“Rosa, calm down,” I said through a giggle while she started packing my things. “One, I’m technically still working.”
“Bullshit. You were bored as fuck when I walked in. Next.”
“Two, we don’t even know if Kean is interested in anything. Like more interested than a base attraction.”
Rosa narrowed her eyes at me in a look that I interpreted as she’d beat my ass if we knew each other better.
“Let’s go dress shopping,” she said, looping an arm around mine with my bag over her other shoulder, leaving no room for argument.
An Auction
Olli
“All right, big guy, how’re you feeling?” Brooker asked, clapping my shoulder as we all waited off stage for the bidding to start. The doors for the event opened well over an hour ago, but the one person I wanted to see, the reason I was doing this whole thing, had yet to arrive.
So my limit for dealing with Brooker’s bullshit was at an all-time low.
“Brooker, leave him alone,” Christenson said, taking him by the elbow and pulling him away from me. “I can’t believe y’all bullied him into this. Kean, if you want an out, just say the word and I’ll cover for you.”
“No, I signed up for this willingly,” I grumbled, narrowing my eyes to search the crowd by the door. I wouldn’t say I’d be pissed if Kodi missed this event, but I’d be pretty damn close.
“Seriously?” Christenson gaped.
“I’m offended you thought I was bullying him,” Brooker mumbled. “I came over to give him a pep talk like a good teammate.”
