Page 19 of Pure Recklessness

‘More like Grandaddy Devlin.’ Seb chuckled.

‘True. The man acts like he’s eighty-seven, not thirty-seven!’ Oscar laughed at his own joke. ‘Since he got his heart broken, he’s become a right killjoy.’

‘To be fair, he was always a killjoy,’ Seb countered.

‘Fuck you,’ I retorted, deliberately ignoring the ‘heartbroken’ comment. That bitch didn’t break my heart. I was better off without her. ‘Trying to create a safe and professional workplace doesn’t make me a killjoy. It makes me responsible.’

‘No one’s saying you shouldn’t be responsible,’ Seb said, ‘you just need to loosen up a bit. You’ve been more uptight than usual lately. And that’s saying something.’

‘Yep,’ Oscar agreed and I shot him an unimpressed look.

‘When was the last time you let off some steam?’ Seb asked.

‘I let off steam in the gym every morning!’ I shot back.

‘He meant when was the last time you fucked,’ Oscar clarified.

‘So crass.’ I rolled my eyes.

‘He’s deflecting,’ Seb observed.

‘None of your damn business.’

‘That employee you just had in here looked like she’d be more than willing to help you relax,’ Oscar said.

‘Which employee?’ Seb asked.

‘A sweet, innocent temp who just started today. When I came in, she was giving Blake heart eyes and he was staring at her arse.’

‘I was not staring at her arse!’ I protested. ‘She’s an employee and⁠—’

‘Fraternising with employees is illegal, banned, against the rules, yada-yada. Change the record, bro.’ Oscar brought his hand to his mouth and faked an exaggerated yawn.

‘Was he really checking her out?’ Seb sat up straighter, his interest clearly piqued. Dickhead.

‘You two need to get the fuck out of my office!’ I barked.

‘Yep! He was definitely checking her out.’ Oscar grinned, ignoring my request. ‘She has zero dress sense, but somehow, she still looked hot. And judging by the way she was biting her lip, she also found this ugly motherfucker attractive. I bet she’d love calling you Daddy…’ Oscar chuckled.

‘Out. Now!’ My nostrils flared.

‘We’re going!’ Seb rolled his eyes. ‘But for the love of God, go and get your dick wet. You’re such a grouch when you’re sexually frustrated.’

‘I’m not⁠—’

‘Laters bro!’ Oscar slammed my door shut before I got the chance to finish my sentence.

Fucking arseholes.

I wanted to deny being sexually frustrated. But I knew they were right.

Not for much longer though.

Tonight I’d fuck like there was no tomorrow.

And when I did, I would absolutely not be thinking about a new employee called Eleanor.

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