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Yeah, learning all those things about her didn’t help with my feelings. It just made me think more about what it’d be like to be her boyfriend. And of course, the other guys were in the picture, which I don’t know if she’d consider. We don’t talk about sex or dating—ever.

I think part of it is knowing she’s my employee, regardless of our relationship.

I don’t want to know who she goes out with or if she owns a vibrator. She probably does, though, and just thinking that for a second has my cock twitching in my pants.

None of this stops my brain from imagining what it’d be like to be with her. I can see us taking her to see a funny movie, then going home, eating pizza and going upstairs where Nicholas, Elijah and I ravish her.

Nicholas taking her mouth while I tongue her pussy and Elijah watching the whole thing before he comes over to play withher ass. He’d command the scene, going light on Nicholas, who doesn’t like to be commanded, and leading us all into a blissful orgasm before we go to sleep in one enormous bed.

I sigh.

Never gonna happen, dude.

I look at Haruko, who sets the broom against them all and turns to me and waves and I wave back. After she closes the door and I can’t see her anymore, I go back inside where Nicholas is heating last night's dinner.

I go to the drawer and set up the plates, glasses, and utensils on the dining table.

Nick and I have been roommates since college. Basically, me being eighteen and he nineteen, we met and stuck together like glue. He was the reason I realized I was bi and to be honest I think he is too, but he hasn’t made the leap to acknowledging it.

Not sure why, but that’s his journey.

We play together at the club and sometimes we fuck here at the house, but it’s very body centred. He likes me. I know it. I’m just not sure if it’s a romantic like or a friendship like. Or both.

We’ll be forced to figure out our feelings at some point. All I know is that I’m bi, Elijah is straight, and Haruko is bi. She toldme that after I saw her the little bisexual flag she puts at her desk.

“I’m out, proud and… very single. Whoever said that if you’re bi, you can get anyone you want has no idea what dating is like,” she said.

Agreed.

There’s a knock on the door. I know it’s Elijah. He’s joining us for dinner tonight. Thankfully, we made enough lasagna last night to feed an army.

I open the door to Elijah standing in a black long-sleeved shirt and dark jeans. It’s as casual as he gets. I’m not sure he owns anything that isn’t monochromatic and on the darker side. White button-ups are as colourful as he gets. Plus whatever design he has on his ties.

“Sup,” I nod my head at him.

He furrows his brows. “Sup? I thought you graduated college like a decade ago?”

I chuckle and move out of the way so he can step inside.

Both of us head to the kitchen where Nicholas is taking the lasagna from the oven, then tosses the lobster oven mitts to the counter.

Lobster oven mitts are courtesy of me. There’s nothing more joyful than a bright red lobster oven mitt in the hands of a very serious dude. Nick didn’t like them at first and thought it was immature, but I think he’s grown to like them. Or at least tolerate them. I told him that if he wanted different ones, he could buy them himself and he hasn’t. I take that as a sign that he’s fine with my choice.

“I drafted the portal for Raymond Diamond,” Elijah says, taking a seat at the dining table as I pour him a glass of wine.

I groan. “Why do we always have to talk about work during dinner? I thought we were off the clock.”

“What else are we going to talk about?” Elijah asks, looking genuinely confused.

“I don’t know. Sports, movies. What about the club? Are we going back soon?”

We haven’t been back to the club in… well, since we met Haruko. We tried a few times, but we weren’t interested in any of the women who wanted to play with us. After the third time, we just stopped going.

Elijah looks at Nick as he takes a seat. I join him and we dish lasagna onto our plates.

“I guess we can go,” Nick says. “Although I’m not sure that the reason we stopped going in the first place has changed much.”

“True,” I say.

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