Chapter Thirty –Six
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Peter tilted is head, studying me.
Unable to hold his gaze, I returned to the changes I'd been working on.
Professional.
Friends.
He cleared his throat, and I felt him walk away, then return with a cup of coffee and a cherry Danish in hand.
He set his cup down and motioned at the board.
"Yeah, that works. I think you've nailed it."
I looked up.
Big mistake, huge.
The glaze from the Danish frosted his mouth.
He finished the last bite, licking his lips, then sucking the residual sugar off his fingers.
I wanted to weep.
My dick did.
Back in a couple hours - my heathens think I should feed them. I keep telling them not on days that end in 'Y'