Page 79 of Cheap Heat

“Don’t you have your own office?” Seb asked mildly, crossing his arms and leaning a shoulder on the wall.

Heat prickled at my cheeks. “Uh, yeah, but… it’s right across from Taylor’s, and Holt is always going in and out of there all day…”

Larkin snorted. “Yeah, I bet you hear some shit coming from in there.”

Thankfully, I hadn’t actually overheard any fucking. Yet. I had heard Taylor fart a couple of times when I was leaving my office to make a drink, but I couldn’t judge him for that. I farted in my office too. It was the main perk of having your own private office, to be honest.

“Hold on. We haven’t seen you since the bar.” Larkin cackled, leaning back and compressing another box under his hands. “You got a bit wild, huh?” He looked at Seb with a sly grin. “It’s always the quiet ones.”

Seb flashed him a brief, wolfish grin back, eyes tracking down the fae’s frame and simmering with heat.

I cringed, returning my gaze to my laptop screen. “I was pretty exhausted. And hadn’t eaten. Didn’t think it would hit me that hard.”

“What was it you called Holt?” Larkin asked, sounding amused.

I cringed again. “Uh… don’t remem—”

“A gay pirate,” Seb supplied helpfully.

Larkin cracked up as I sighed. “Oh shit, yeah. That’ll be why he asked me if he’d look good in a rhinestone eyepatch when I took in his coffee yesterday morning.”

“I think he’d pull it off,” Seb said with a little shrug.

I held back a groan of despair. Why weren’t they leaving and going to find another room to fuck in?

I almost offered up my own office, just so I’d be left alone again. But no. I’d seen werewolf porn. I knew how much they… produced.

Those money shots were the real money shots.

“So what are you working on?” Larkin asked me cheerfully, nodding at my laptop and stretching out his long legs to cross his ankles. He didn’t appear to be in any hurry. “Boring shit?”

I hunched further over my laptop. “Uh… yeah. Just work stuff.”

“Sweetheart, why don’t we leave Rafe to get on with it?” Seb asked, smiling at Larkin. “If he has to concentrate…”

“Sure, okay.” Larkin jumped up, always so fucking full of energy, and took Seb’s hand. “See you later, broseph.”

“Yeah. See you later.”

“Oh!” He turned back, and I suppressed a sigh before my pulse leaped when he spoke again. “I think Dan was looking for you earlier. He said he just wanted to ask something about the pay-per-view stuff.”

“Right,” I croaked, wetting my lips nervously. My fingers flexed over my keyboard. “Well, I’m, uh…”

“I can tell him you’re in here—”

“No,” I barked, far too fast and loud to not be suspicious. Larkin didn’t seem to notice my panic, but I was pretty sure Seb did. He eyed me with mild intrigue. “No,” I repeated in a calmer voice. “It’s okay. I just… I really have to concentrate.”

“Okay, no prob.” Larkin shrugged. “Doubt it’s urgent, anyway. I’m sure you’ll bump into him tomorrow or something.”

“Yep,” I said tightly. “Thanks.”

He turned to leave, then once again stopped abruptly and spun back around. “Oh.”

I stiffened and almost shouted “What?!” as my patience ran thin.

Frowning up at him, I noticed the blush staining his cheeks as his gaze darted to a box beside my leg. I glanced at it. B. WERE T-SHIRTS, it said on the side. XS.

Then I noticed a small stain.