Page 67 of Unrequited Sloth

Bobby couldn’t stop himself smiling, and then he remembered that Sergio almost stole Gabriel away from him, which was completely irrational, but he’d seen their chemistry with his own eyes. Although he doubted Sergio could get Gabriel to cum hands free as many times as Bobby had.

“If you need someone to talk to as you get your head around all this, just let me know,” he said before walking away.

Great, Bobby now felt like an arsehole. He’d have to find time to talk to Sergio properly, but now he needed to get to Daniel’s office. He took the stairs, which he regretted by the time he’d walked up the two flights. Bobby was fit, but he’d been using his thigh muscles a lot these past couple of days. He’d always had a high sex drive, but he’d never had a partner who was as horny as he was all the time. Perhaps it was a guy thing. He’d need to ask his brothers.

Daniel’s office door was open when he arrived. Claudette told him to go in, but he still knocked. Daniel sat at his board table, reading a document, and when he saw it was Bobby, he smiled and walked over with his hand extended to shake it.

“Here’s the hero,” said Daniel.

Bobby looked behind him for someone else.

“Thanks for clearing your diary to see me so quickly.”

As if he would have turned down a meeting request from the managing partner.

“Are you feeling better? Janine said you were off sick yesterday.”

He felt his face heat. “Yes . . . yes, it was just a minor thing.”

Daniel looked at him sceptically, but said nothing. Nothing got past that man. Did he know Bobby had thrown a sickie and spent the whole day eating and fucking?

“Well, whatever happened, you look a lot more chipper than the last few times I saw you.”

“Oh, do I? Thanks. What did you want to see me for?”

“We settled on the Rainbow Futures case.”

“Really? I thought it would have to go all the way.”

“Not when we presented your evidence to them. I would have liked to have seen their faces, but everything hit them on Friday, as you know. They called to talk numbers yesterday. I’d have had you in there, but you were . . . otherwise engaged.”

Bobby’s eyes widened. What the fuck was he supposed to say to that?

Daniel laughed. “You think I haven’t thrown a sickie with Josh? Just don’t make a habit of it.”

“No, sir . . . sorry, I just . . .”

“Stop calling me sir, Bobby. You make me sound old. You’re as old as the man you feel, so technically I’m twenty-six.”

“And I’m thirty-six.” He gasped and put his hand over his mouth. “Sorry, this is a really inappropriate conversation to be having with the big boss.”

“Big boss? Hmmm.” Daniel took out his phone and sent a text to someone. “Worked things out with the husband, then?”

“It’s still new. We’re not saying anything to people just yet.”

“And that’s his choice?”

“Am I wearing a bug or something?”

“No, I’m just that good!”

Bobby laughed, but he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. While he appreciated Daniel talking so candidly with him, he was still the boss and someone Bobby held in high regard.

“Did we get the number we wanted?” asked Bobby, aiming to move the conversation away from personal matters.

Daniel smiled, not missing a thing. “Yes, we did. Full compensation, and they get the IP reverted to them for the strategy they’d collaborated on. They’ll still need external support with finalising that, but they’ll have the money now.”

“I’ve got something that might help with that, if you’ve got time for me to show you.”