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Not that I knew what the fuck could be happening in London. They’d run out of tea or something? Their ‘football match’ had gone badly? Or maybe I could find a crossword online—a really easy one, on a kid’s website or something—and saunter out there to casually say, ‘Oh, not doing a crossword today? I just finished one.’

Wait, why was I trying to think of ways to talk to Seb? I could just go out there and talk if I wanted to. Not that Seb ever had much to say anyway. Although… it’d been kinda nice talking to him last night. He’d actually seemed interested when I started rambling about my parents. God, probably not the sexiest thing to do after giving each other handjobs.

I was still just sitting there staring blankly at the door when the one to my right was suddenly whipped open, before Holt rushed past me in a blur.

“Taylor’s on his way.”

I sat up straight. “He did it?”

Holt was already gone, the door slamming shut behind him. I gulped down the rest of my hot chocolate and threw the cup in the trash, then spun my desk chair in a slow circle as I stared down at my phone, scrolling social media.

A photo popped up on my feed of Gabe, in his human skin as well as full drag, with his arm thrown around Taylor’s shoulders. They both looked totally plastered. In the background, Holt was onstage wearing a sparkly gold top hat, his face contorted into an extremely unflattering expression as he screamed into the mic.

I snickered, zooming in on Holt’s face to screenshot it before sending it to him in a text. Then I set it as his contact photo on my phone, so it’d come up every time he called me.

My head popped up as the door opened, my pulse leaping until I realised it was just Taylor and Holt. Taylor was dragging Holt along by the hand, his pace clipped and determined. I opened my mouth to congratulate him, but he spoke before I could.

“You might want to go do something else for a while, Larkin.” He was pulling Holt directly toward his office.

I blinked at them in mild confusion for a second, before finally noticing the boner in Taylor’s pants.

“Oh my god, ew.” I scrambled directly over my desk to get away as quickly as possible, stumbling for the door. Slamming it behind me, I turned and stared up at Seb with wide eyes. “Evacuate to a safe distance, bro. I think boss man’s about to get his back blown out.”

Seb’s mouth twitched as he folded his paper. “Eloquently put.”

“Seriously, Taylor looked like a man on a very horny mission. I’m getting out of here until it’s safe.”

“Where you going?” Seb asked casually as I started heading down the corridor.

I stopped and turned back, cocking my head. “I dunno. Might just go lie down in the ring for a while.”

He nodded once, briefly pursing his lips. “Not going to hang out with the wrestlers?”

My belly fluttered unpleasantly, guilt now mingling with the nerves that rose every time I went to hang out backstage. “Um… nah.”

Seb gazed at me in silence for a long moment, then straightened and tucked his folded newspaper into his back pocket. “We could go check out Taylor’s new office.”

We? I gulped. My dick twitched enthusiastically, even though… he couldn’t mean another lesson right now, could he? At the office? During the workday?

Why did that sound so hot?

But, I mean… Holt was the boss, and he was currently getting dicked down in his office by his hot dadbod human boyfriend. It wasn’t like he could get mad at us for doing something similar.

It wasn’t like he’d ever know.

My belly clenched with excited nerves. Maybe Seb literally just meant taking a look at Taylor’s new office and nothing more, even though we’d helped Holt get it ready, so we already knew what it looked like. Either way, I was down.

“Yeah, okay,” I said, trying to sound totally calm and casual, like I didn’t care one way or another.

I was pretty sure the obvious boner forming in my pants gave me away though.

Chapter Ten

Lesson 2

Larkin

The short walk to Taylor’s new office was silent. My dick grew harder with every step, so I was walking kind of awkwardly, trying to conceal it as much as possible. If Seb noticed, he didn’t say a word. I took a sneaky glance at his groinal area, trying to see if he was getting hard too, but I now knew that his dick was so big that it was kind of impossible to tell if he was chubbing up. The mound there was already… prominent.