Page 8 of A Hard Sell

Finn scoffed. “What would Rory ever want with me? They’re so…gentle and quiet and sweet, and I…” He trailed off, staring at the wall, then realized Luka was watching him and scowled again. “Anyway, like you’re one to talk.”

“What does that mean?”

“Why’s your face so red, eh?” Finn grinned. “I’ve seen the way you look at the Wolf.”

Finn didn’t know a thing about the Morgan situation, and the agony of the lesson Luka had learned. He had kept telling himself he was going to say something to Finn as he and Morgan got more involved, but the secret kept getting bigger, until it was impossible to share.

And now the last thing he needed was for Finn to get a hold of this bone. His interest in Thomas was just the average intense sexual attraction and he would get over it. Hopefully very soon. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Thomas is my boss. And it’s red because I shat the bed and the storyboards are garbage. We have to redo them all.”

“What?” Finn furrowed his brow. “Thomas said they were garbage?”

“Well, no.”

“What did he say?”

“He said he talked to Aleandro and we need to go in another direction.”

“So?” Finn shrugged. “You did the work based on the information we had at the time. Now we know more, so we adapt.”

Luka blinked at him. Being an expert bullshitter himself, Finn could also cut straight through it. “I guess.”

“Just means more time working with him.” Finn waggled his eyebrows.

“Anyway,” Luka said, ignoring the way Finn never failed to see right through him, “speaking of work…” He gestured to his paper-covered desk.

“Yeah, yeah,” Finn grumbled, getting to his feet. “I know, ‘Fuck off, Finn.’” He paused at the door and turned back with soft eyes. “Thanks, Luka.”

“Any time, bud.”

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Luka rounded the corner to the printer and cursed under this breath when Morgan was standing there waiting for his stack of papers.

Morgan saw him coming and smirked. “Just be a minute, babe.”

“Don’t call me that,” Luka muttered.

“Aw, too many painful memories?” Morgan asked with mock concern.

Luka pressed his lips together and leaned against the counter, determined to wait in silence.

But the annoying little twat kept going. “So, the Big Bad Wolf, huh?” Morgan fanned himself. “I’d like him to huff and puff and blow my house down,if you know what I mean.”

“Even the printer knows what you mean, Morgan.”Ugh. He hated that this man knew things about him that only a handful of other people did. He hated that he had been so vulnerable in front of him.

“What’s wrong?” Morgan asked, blinking his soulless gray eyes innocently. “Jealous? Regretting letting me go? No tears, Luka, darling.Youbroke up withme.”

Luka started counting to ten before he said something he’d regret.

When he got to nine, Morgan grabbed his papers and flounced off, calling over his shoulder, “I know you like to watch me walk away.”

Luka shuddered as he grabbed his lone sheet, then turned and collided with a massive, solid frame.Thomas.

“Oh, shit! I mean, shoot. Sorry,” Luka stammered, straightening his blazer and smoothing back his hair. Jesus, that man was rock-hard.

“It’s fine.” Thomas tilted his head and examined Luka.

Then he realized what Thomas had just heard.Fuck.His mind raced. “Um…” he gulped. “Morgan’s not… I assure you—We aren’t…” Not wanting to lie, he trailed off, staring at Thomas helplessly.

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