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Covered in cum and a sore ass, that’s what.

Okay, but why does that not sound as bad as it should?

Sounds downright amazing, if you ask me—

Shut up, brain, no one asked you.

Gah, why is this so hard? I’ve never been this unsure about computers. They don’t have ulterior motives—they don’t have any motives, really, other than what I tell them to do.

I open my mouth, ready to say no thanks, when a deep voice straightens my spine.

“Shilo.”

Ryann stands a few paces away, arms folded, wearing that ever-present stony expression. It pisses me off.

“What?” The word comes out harsher than I intended, and his perfect brows jump while KC twiddles his fingers beside me.

“Hi, Ry,” KC says sweetly, almost flirtatiously. Ryann spares him a brief nod before those golden-green eyes lock back onto me.

“What are you still doing here?”

“Waiting for Paige to go on lunch,” I snap, and I don’t miss the way his lips tighten—like he doesn’t appreciate my tone.

Well, too bad. I’m off the clock, Boss, and you don’t need to know my business.

He nods, a crack forming in his composure as he runs a hand through his styled hair. “How did your first week go?”

KC bounces his gaze between us, some funny expression on his face, while I shrug and study my shoes.

“Fine.”

A beat passes. “Good. That’s good.”

And then he’s walking away, the soft thud of his dress shoes fading. I don’t look up until he’s gone.

KC whistles low, his eyes on Ryann’s back as he disappears into an office. “Well, that was interesting.”

“What was?”

His glittering eyes swing toward me. “I’m sensing some tension between you two.”

I blink, suddenly sweaty, wiping my palms on my pants. “No, no tension. Just, uh...” Quick, make something up. “I’ve gotten his coffee wrong all week. I think he’s mad about it.”

Okay, not quite a lie. He is pissed about that.

KC seems to accept it, nodding sympathetically. “Ah, yeah, that’ll do it. Ry’s a total coffee whore.”

His words make me choke on my spit, and I slap my chest, coughing as I stare at him, red-faced. “Why do you call him Ry?”

He shrugs, glancing furtively to the side. “He asked me to.”

Well, that’s... huh.

My fists clench when I think about how he told me to call him Ryann.

Asshole. And here I was, planning on getting his coffee order right on Monday.

“Igs!” Paige calls from her office, waving me over, and I turn back to KC, giving him an apologetic grimace.