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The low grumble for a retort receives a wide grin.

Much wider than I would’ve anticipated.

Slowly, he turns his face slightly over his left shoulder, showcasing his damn near fully covered profile. Between the hood and the mask that stops right underneath his brown glare, it’s impossible to gather anything else about him. “I’m Wes.”

Noting his lack of hand extension is followed by observing the fact I can’t see them at all.

Even they’re tucked out of sight.

Is it an out of sight, out of mind thing?

He thinks if no one sees him, no one will think about him?

Because honestly?

That hint of bass and gravel alone is enough to warrant a drink invitation.

You know…if he weren’t holding my mom hostage as she fights for her life.

Using the index finger on my non-coffee holding hand, I flick a fallen strand away from my stare. “I’m Bryn.”

Despite an inability to actually see his muscles move, I swear he’s smiling.

That the action as well as relief reaches his glare.

“Wanna join our pajama jammy jam?” I sassily poke. “I mean you’re a bit overdressed in comparison to me but…” Like I predicted he lets his stare swiftly sweep across my underdressed figure, entire body slightly crumpling in covetousness. “We can change that if you want.”

Animal-like growls momentarily fester in the back of his throat prior to him shouting, “J.T.!” Wes struggles to pull his eyes away from the lowest cut point of my top. “We’ve got a conference call!”

“Coming,” he insists during his quick hustle towards his boss, coffee cup left behind. I remove the device from my shirt upon his arrival prompting him to snatch it away at the same time he mutters under his breath, “Hope poking the bear was fucking worth it.”

Wes indulges in one additional long look and shamefully snaps his face away, a sequence of actions that has me wickedly whispering back. “Definitely.”

Chapter 5

Wes

The moment we’ve both step foot into my first-floor office, I grab my best friend by his tiny, blue square patterned suit jacket and slam him into the wall beside the light panel. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“I-”

Another hard shove is executed. “She could’ve seen my fucking face!”

“I-”

“How could you betray me like this?!”

“I-”

“Why would you betray me like this?!”

“I-”

“Do you wanna sleep with her?!” Disapproval and outrage fuse together in my voice. “Do you think you have to fuck me over to fuck her?!” When he doesn’t immediately try to deny the accusation, I scream in his face. “Answer me!”

“Can I answer you?” J.T. calmly asks in return, hands gently tapping mine to let go. “Because so far you haven’t let me.”

Dropping my stare to where I’m death gripping his attire quickly leads to me releasing him.

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