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Authors: Gracie C. Mckeever
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less, especially since it seemed he was all Kate had. Everyone else was buying that extended-leave story hook, line, and sinker.
At least Lorraine had her mother and father to look out for her.
Kate had no such safety net. There was no one he could call who might know what was going on or where Kate was, no one to refute or corroborate that message he'd just listened to.
Nick thought he remembered hearing something about Kate going out with Bill Remeni, one of the graphic designers, the other night. He hated putting any credence into office gossip, hated more the idea that Kate was meticulously making her way through the men of DMT .
Not that he expected he'd ruined her for all men at the agency, just that he'd made an impression enough on her for Bill Remeni to be a step down for someone like Kate.
Sure, they had the business in common, an interest in the artistic, and Remeni seemed like a decent enough guy, but other than that, what could Kate see in him?
Nick didn't think Remeni was anymore inclined to settle down and have kids than he was—in fact, seemed less inclined than Nick and more interested in sowing his twenty-three-year-old wild oats, so Nick couldn't see a reason beyond a casual fling for thirty-three-year-old Kate and Remeni to get together.
Nick couldn't fathom why that thought punctured his chest with slivers of possessiveness, but he resolved to ask around the office about Remeni and Kate and see what he found out.
* * * *
Lingering in the reception area, waiting for that slut to leave his office, insides twisted in knots at the idea of what was going on behind that door.
Wanting to believe it was just friendly chatting, after-work cool down, but knew better, knew Ms. Breeze was in heat, and Nick was on the prowl.
The man didn't know what was good for him, that Slany Breeze was as far away from what he needed as a coat for a polar bear.
God, it was agonizing, waiting for them to finish up whatever they were doing in there, knowing the lust that hovered in the air whenever the two of them were together.
Why couldn't Nick feel for someone who'd been around so much longer, someone who cared about him so much more, and not just for his hot body and mind, but his soul?
Sighing, coming to the conclusion that DMT's golden boy was just as blind as all men, couldn't see past the pair of breasts and the round ass that she had been flaunting in Nick's face since she'd first arrived.
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Maybe it was a good thing Slany Breeze had come into the picture, significantly shaking things up with her arrival.
Soon Nick would know, had to know that he was loved by someone more worthy than the Breeze bitch. Soon, Nick’s true love would come out of the shadows to make sure he knew.
* * * *
He hung up the phone, grinning inside as he listened to Vega's message for the second time since he'd arrived home.
So, he had called, couldn't wait to check on one of his many past conquests.
He'd known the lover boy wouldn't be able to resist.
Usually, he didn't take other men’s leftovers—admittedly, an unrealistic expectation in this day and age of promiscuity and good-for-the-goose ideals—especially not when the man was in such close proximity. Especially not someone with whom he shared a common past. But the relationship between Vega and Kate, if you could call an association based on physical pleasure alone a relationship, was long dead, and Vega would never recognize or connect him now to the awkward, skinny undergrad he'd been back in Syracuse, or the long-haired, brown-eyed creative he'd been in New Jersey.
When he got right down to it, Kate Delaney was just too tasty a morsel to resist, despite the remote risks of being recognized, the perfect irony of her solitary existence and orphaned upbringing too inviting to pass up.
Most of the women he chose were in similar situations in one aspect or another: single; an only child, orphaned, not close to, or outright estranged from their
At least Lorraine had her mother and father to look out for her.
Kate had no such safety net. There was no one he could call who might know what was going on or where Kate was, no one to refute or corroborate that message he'd just listened to.
Nick thought he remembered hearing something about Kate going out with Bill Remeni, one of the graphic designers, the other night. He hated putting any credence into office gossip, hated more the idea that Kate was meticulously making her way through the men of DMT .
Not that he expected he'd ruined her for all men at the agency, just that he'd made an impression enough on her for Bill Remeni to be a step down for someone like Kate.
Sure, they had the business in common, an interest in the artistic, and Remeni seemed like a decent enough guy, but other than that, what could Kate see in him?
Nick didn't think Remeni was anymore inclined to settle down and have kids than he was—in fact, seemed less inclined than Nick and more interested in sowing his twenty-three-year-old wild oats, so Nick couldn't see a reason beyond a casual fling for thirty-three-year-old Kate and Remeni to get together.
Nick couldn't fathom why that thought punctured his chest with slivers of possessiveness, but he resolved to ask around the office about Remeni and Kate and see what he found out.
* * * *
Lingering in the reception area, waiting for that slut to leave his office, insides twisted in knots at the idea of what was going on behind that door.
Wanting to believe it was just friendly chatting, after-work cool down, but knew better, knew Ms. Breeze was in heat, and Nick was on the prowl.
The man didn't know what was good for him, that Slany Breeze was as far away from what he needed as a coat for a polar bear.
God, it was agonizing, waiting for them to finish up whatever they were doing in there, knowing the lust that hovered in the air whenever the two of them were together.
Why couldn't Nick feel for someone who'd been around so much longer, someone who cared about him so much more, and not just for his hot body and mind, but his soul?
Sighing, coming to the conclusion that DMT's golden boy was just as blind as all men, couldn't see past the pair of breasts and the round ass that she had been flaunting in Nick's face since she'd first arrived.
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Gracie C. McKeever
Maybe it was a good thing Slany Breeze had come into the picture, significantly shaking things up with her arrival.
Soon Nick would know, had to know that he was loved by someone more worthy than the Breeze bitch. Soon, Nick’s true love would come out of the shadows to make sure he knew.
* * * *
He hung up the phone, grinning inside as he listened to Vega's message for the second time since he'd arrived home.
So, he had called, couldn't wait to check on one of his many past conquests.
He'd known the lover boy wouldn't be able to resist.
Usually, he didn't take other men’s leftovers—admittedly, an unrealistic expectation in this day and age of promiscuity and good-for-the-goose ideals—especially not when the man was in such close proximity. Especially not someone with whom he shared a common past. But the relationship between Vega and Kate, if you could call an association based on physical pleasure alone a relationship, was long dead, and Vega would never recognize or connect him now to the awkward, skinny undergrad he'd been back in Syracuse, or the long-haired, brown-eyed creative he'd been in New Jersey.
When he got right down to it, Kate Delaney was just too tasty a morsel to resist, despite the remote risks of being recognized, the perfect irony of her solitary existence and orphaned upbringing too inviting to pass up.
Most of the women he chose were in similar situations in one aspect or another: single; an only child, orphaned, not close to, or outright estranged from their
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