That’s exactly how I’d fuck you. Too bad it’ll never happen.
He’d had a lot of kiss-offs in his life, but none had ever been as epic as that one.
Chad smiled and wrote in slashed font, “The Dapper Dick.” And below that, “Superpowers: self-lubricating cock and ability to have and give multiple orgasms.”
It was ridiculous. This was ridiculous, and he really should analyze why he was drawing superhero porn at four in the morning rather than sleeping like a normal fucking adult.
He turned off his computer, but not without saving the Dapper Dick, because hell, he’d spent like an hour on it, so why not.
After guzzling the rest of his water, he collapsed onto his bed, wondering if he’d ever be able to look at a bow tie again without sprouting wood.
That’d be awkward at weddings.
…
His picture was right there.
That same thick dark hair. The smirk. The fucking leather jacket. He was right there, sporting a huge white grin with his arm thrown around Marley’s shoulders.
She was smiling, too, hugging her brother tight with an arm wrapped around his waist.
Owen shifted his attention away from the picture to where Marley sat behind her desk in her office at Gamers magazine. She was on the phone, so Owen had a moment to get his head together before he had to pay attention. Which was hard on a regular Monday, but especially hard on a Monday when he’d spent all weekend thinking about fucking his boss’s brother.
The shock of his encounter with Chad had finally eased somewhat, and Owen was just beginning to think through the…assertive part of himself he hadn’t realized he had. He’d always been the quiet one, and although he was somewhat particular about cleanliness and organization, he was also relatively go-with-the-flow and content to follow rather than lead.
He was proud he had that aggressive side in him, even though he’d never get to test it out on Chad again. Chad had underestimated him, but he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. No way would Owen gain the upper hand again, nor could he withstand what a man like that could dish out once he was prepared. If they crossed paths again, he’d have to fake his confidence long enough to run the other direction, or Chad would eat him for lunch.
Which, unfortunately, sounded better than it should.
“Owen?”
When he looked up, Marley’s phone was back in its cradle, and she was watching him expectantly. Right, it was time for him to focus. He shook his head and leaned toward his boss with what he hoped was an eager smile on his face, all doting employee.
Marley wasn’t buying it. “What’s with you today?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re…” She waved a hand around her head. “Out of it or something.”
“Sorry,” Owen mumbled, staring at his hands fisted in his lap. Marley was the one employee in this whole place who gave a shit about him. The feeling was mutual, which was why he felt extra guilty. The timing couldn’t have been worse, not when he’d vowed to step up his game at work, speak out more, be a real player. And here he was barely hanging on to minimum concentration levels.
“It’s okay. Is everything all right?”
No way would he tell her he had cornered her beloved brother in the hallway at the company party and detailed all the ways he’d debauch him. “Uh, yeah, everything’s fine. Sorry, keep talking about what you were talking about before your phone call.”
Her lips quirked. “And what was I talking about before?”
Shit. “Uh, the thing and the other thing, doing the thing?”
She blinked at him.
He threw up his hands. “I’m sorry, okay? It won’t happen again. I’ll be a good editor, and I’ll sit here and soak up your words like a sponge.”
Marley just stared at him.
He sighed. “And I’ll bring you doughnuts tomorrow.”
Her grin stretched across her face, and he knew he’d said the right words. Then she launched into an update on a big advertising account they wanted to land, which would be huge for the magazine, and Owen did the most valiant job he could at paying attention despite the distracting picture sitting on the bookcase behind her desk.
Half an hour later, Owen was back at his desk, and he wasn’t sure he’d done much sponging at all.
He had the self-awareness to realize this was a problem, this weird obsession with his boss’s brother. Chad was the type of guy he would stay away from normally, the type of guy who thought he was the exception to the rule. Who thought that mundane things like traffic laws didn’t apply to him. Who didn’t wear important things like fucking helmets when riding unprotected on top of a motorcycle.