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Once he got over the blow to his pride from my hack-test thing, he realized what an asset I could be for him and for Redleg. He’s not an overly emotional man, and that serves him well.

As my first two weeks on the job have marched on, we’ve developed this weird connection. He always knows what I’m trying to say, even when it gets muddy because I’m so engrossed in the technical details. He gets it like he’s inside my brain. I’m considering charging him rent. At a minimum, he should chip in for groceries or utilities.

If we keep progressing at this rate, we’re going to need to wear matching outfits and come up with a secret handshake. Maybe something with a hip check.

Tomer’s becoming the older brother I never had. He’s my yang. And he’s also teaching me the military-related shit for this role, which energizes me. I’m being tested and stretching my wings. And I love every minute of it.

And newsflash, he’s not bland. Not at all. He’s often misunderstood because he doesn’t speak the same language as everyone else. They see him as disinterested, but his mind is on another level.

But I get him. Iseehim.

Makes me wonder if anyone else has ever bothered to get to know him, and that makes my heart pinch uncomfortably.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he says with a snicker. “Get the hell out of here. I had no idea you could write the script like that.Ah!Everything I’ve known is a lie.”

I join him, chuckling along at his reaction. “Yep. Your way still works, obviously. But by coding this way, you’re checking multiple expressions for TRUE, and your code executes as soon as it finds one, triggering your code blocks sooner. So you’re eliminating all this overly complicated and superfluous code.”

I wag my finger toward the screen, tapping at all the unnecessary steps he’s worked into the software he designed.

Shaking his head, he says, “This is going to accelerate processing by, like, 18 percent. Maybe more.”

One of my rambunctious laughs bubbles up. I can’t stifle it, so that fucker flies, echoing around the room. Tomer chuckles along, but much quieter.

Who thehelldoes math like that? Tomer does.

But as I think about it further, he’s probably damn close with his off-the-cuff estimate.

Suddenly, Klein’s headphones slam into the desk, causing Tomer and I to flinch. Before I can apologize for being too loud, Klein storms to the door in a huff.

Big baby.

Big sexy baby.

Tomer groans and screws his face to one side as we watch Klein make his dramatic exit. When Tomer faces me again, his blue-green eyes sparkle bright with the reflection of the computer monitors. He’s wearing his contacts today, so it’s a change to see his eyes so clearly. Although he’s not my type, and I’m not interested in himthatway, he is an attractive man. I’m shocked no one has snagged him yet.

They probably can’t see through the stoic exterior. That’s their loss, though. One day, he’ll find the one who will see him. Too bad it’s not me.

Not that he seems interested in me anyhow. I’ve gotten zero flirty vibes from him. Perhaps that’s why we’re able to work so well together. No sexual chemistry to create tension.

Unlike the exceedingly icy glass of water who just exited hastily, leaving a cloud of nipple-hardening pheromones in his wake.

I’m suffering from that pesky feminine urge to ride the cock of the broody hot guy who can’t seem to stand me.

Why do we do this to ourselves? It makes me wonder if guys self-sabotage and torment themselves the way women do.

It’s the wholeI can fix himenergy, sprinkled with a dash ofplease like meandI promise I’ll be a good girl if you pet my head and tell me I’m pretty.

Tomer stands and stretches, his long, lean frame lengthening more with the motion.

“I’m going to take a break. My head is spinning from all this.”

Oh. A break?

Excited about the possibilities a quick break can provide me forresearchtime, my inner pimp dusts the lint off her bright purple faux fur pimp coat.

Nodding, I respond, “Okay, I’ll take a few minutes in my office. Wanted to check on something.”

Technically, it’s not a lie. Idowant to check on something. Entirely honest statement. No lies detected.

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