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Rafe silently followed as I started heading down the corridor after Taylor shut his office door. Keeping my tone light, I said, “Taylor is Holt’s boyfriend. Madly in love, dude. Don’t ever just burst into Taylor’s office unannounced. Trust.”

After a pause, he muttered, “I won’t.”

My face lit up when we reached the end of the corridor and I saw Seb making his way toward us, no doubt heading for the office.

“Hey.” I strode forward to meet him, resting a hand on his stomach as I leaned up to give him a firm kiss.

“Friendly office,” I heard Rafe comment flatly behind me, making me spin around. “Am I expected to do that?”

I barely managed to stop myself from scowling at him as I wrapped a possessive arm around Seb’s waist.

“No,” I said a little tersely. “Seb’s my boyfriend. He’s Holt’s bodyguard.”

Rafe’s eyes flickered. “Holt needs a bodyguard?” he asked slowly.

Fighting back a smirk, I nodded. “Uh-huh. Something to do with the mob, I think. Holt’s, like, involved in some shit, dude.”

He’d probably realise pretty soon that I was talking complete bullshit. Holt was the least threatening or intimidating person ever. I’d caught him in his office the other day using a foot spa and eating a fruit cup while watching videos of people building miniature houses.

“Lark,” Seb said with a hint of sternness that made my belly swoop. To Rafe, he politely said, “Nice to meet you.”

“Uh, yeah. You too.” Rafe was still eyeing him with mild curiosity.

Now that Seb was back, I really wanted to get this over and done with so I could hang out with him in the office, so I gave him another quick kiss and said, “Just gonna show Rafe around.”

“Alright.” Seb pressed a kiss to my temple. “See you later. See you around, Rafe.”

He continued on toward the office while we went in the other direction. After a few moments of silence, Rafe cleared his throat and dryly asked, “Any other office couples I should know about?”

I cocked my head. “Gabe and Biff have a thing.”

“And they are…”

Uuuuugggh, this guy suuuuucks.

“Nunhallowed Pound and Bedrock Biff Clawstin.” I glanced over at him. “You been to watch the wrestling before?”

“Only once.” He still had his hands in his pockets, looking casual and at ease as we headed down the corridor that led to the backstage area. It kinda bugged me, to be honest. Why wasn’t he nervous? I’d been hella nervous on my first day.

I shrugged, shoving my hands into my own pockets. “Well, now you can watch it every week if you want. Perk of the job. The atmosphere’s always pretty cool in the arena.”

I didn’t extend an invite to Holt’s private box. That was inner circle only shit.

“I’ll have to watch every show,” Rafe said flatly. “Seeing as we’ll be streaming them online. Which is my job.”

Jeez, what was with this guy? Why was he so… I didn’t even know what he was, but he was getting on my nerves a little, which was rare—I usually liked everyone.

I kind of wanted to push him through the door to the backstage area and leave him to it. The wrestlers, especially all together in their own space, could be… a lot. I remembered how they’d all reacted to Taylor the first time they’d met him, practically salivating like a pack of hungry wolves.

But I wasn’t a d-bag. Unlike some people. So I wasn’t just going to throw him to said wolves.

After introducing Rafe to the wrestlers—which was as entertaining as expected—I deposited him back in his office and left with a hasty, “Later, bro.”

Seb was sitting on the couch doing a crossword when I got back. He looked up and grinned. “How was it?”

“I’m not sure about him.” I draped myself over his lap, wrapping an arm around his wide shoulders to play with his hair. “He seems kinda cocky. Or like he thinks he’s too cool to show any freaking emotion. Makes me suspicious, dude.”

Seb chuckled, slipping his hand under my suit jacket to smooth up my back. “I don’t think you need to be suspicious. He just seems like an introvert, maybe.”