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“Dear Fairy Godstalker.” No. “Dear Fairy Godhacker?” Was that any better? Were they supposed to be two words or one? “Okay, there has to be a cute way to address this letter.” I’d started out with Sir and had deleted that so fast my Word doc had glitched. “One that doesn’t make him sound fictional or like I’m using some kind of derogatory slang.” I was pretty sure my hacker-stalker/behind-the-scenes friend was male and gay but that was mostly instinct and good gaydar. My ability to detect deadbeat assholes was horrendous, but my gaydar was on point and could pick out a closeted guy a mile away. Unfortunately, the combination had led me into a variety of terrible dates and […]

Starting over sucked. Starting over because of a man was even worse. Moving clear across country to get away from the rumors and financial ruin made it almost unbearable. Having to hide the anger and the frustration was the hardest part. And I wasn’t even sure I was doing a very good job of it.

Otherwise, I would have had the damned job by that point.

“I think it’s going to be interesting.” That translated to boring and monotonous in my head. I was hoping the owner of Leashes and Lace didn’t hear it, though. Catalog photos, fuck. It wouldn’t matter if they were guys in lingerie. It was still boring.

Preston was nodding, but the way he was analyzing me put me on edge. I needed the damned job, but he wasn’t giving me enough to work with to know if I was saying the right shit or not. Any monkey could have taken the photos.

The last place anyone expected to find a gay asexual accountant was at a BDSM club, but the odd mix of politicians, businessmen, Doms, and subs was always fun to watch. When I took into account that BDSM didn’t always involve sex, it wasn’t a bad way to spend a Friday night.

And since I’d been coming for several years, the awkward what do you mean you don’t want to fuck me conversation was less frequent.

“I can’t tell if you’re bored or just relaxed.” Ben’s expression was too analytical for a BDSM club.

“You’re the one who looks too wound up. Things not going well at the other club?” Normally the only times I’d seen him stressed were when there was an issue with one of the businesses. My other guess would have been Conner overworking himself again, but I’d seen him earlier and he’d looked fine.

“You’re going to have to put a shirt on if you want him to focus.” Trying not to laugh at their antics was becoming more difficult as the morning progressed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” James tried to brush it off, pretending to scoff, but I could see the pleasure in his eyes.

I might not have any desire to participate in their teasing, but I still found the whole thing vastly entertaining. Cody had never been the most subtle creature, especially when it came to things he wanted to learn.

And right now, the only thing he wanted to study was James’s body…especially his chest.

The tattoos fascinated Cody.

I chuckled, then nudged Cody’s plate closer. “Eat before it gets cold.”

“He’s coming.”

What the fuck had we done?

As I panicked, face still pressed against the window as I watched our life unravel before my eyes, Leif called out from the bathroom, obviously not grasping the severity of the problem, “What do you mean? You said you’d wait for me.”

“I lied.” He’d been taking too long. My patience hadn’t held out. “But the crazy one saw me and he’s coming.”

That finally got Leif out of the bathroom as he dried his hands, but he was barely frowning and still didn’t get it. “Maybe he’s going for coffee or something. It’s still early for a photo shoot.”

Leif never knew when to panic. He was entirely too laid-back sometimes.

“No, he’s crossing the street.”

Oh, what had I done?

We.

What had we done.

This was definitely a we situation even if I was the one who’d gotten caught.

“I really don’t get it.” Something about the confused voice coming from behind me had me tuning into the slightly too loud conversation. “Why does any top need more than about four inches? My prostate isn’t all the way up in my intestines.”

Huh?

“I’m pretty sure this is just a you thing.” The slightly timid sound to the second voice made me smile. He had no idea what to say to his confused friend but that didn’t stop the other one.