Page 113 of Taeja

Damon groaned. “What can I help you with, Gavin?”

Gavin cleared his throat. “It’s just that I… I’ve been seeing this… person. And she never sounds like that, so I just—”

Damon was stunned. Regaining his composure, he stood, grabbed Gavin by the arm, and hauled the man out of the room. “Leave, Gavin. Go help Zaida reorganize the file cabinet if you need something to do.”

“Boss—”

Damon slammed the door shut. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him,” Damon grumbled as he returned to his desk. He dropped himself on the chair with a huff, spun it around, and looked at the city below him.

Taeja was right. He needed to appreciate this view more. It wasn’t every day a person got an aerial view of the heart of this city.

“I wonder if she’ll like a helicopter ride?” Damon thought aloud as he spun around in the chair. He opened the browser on his computer and was about to do some research when a text came in on his phone.

It was Zain. And a picture of butt plugs.

…

The fuck is that supposed to mean?

Same thing as you sending me those. You’re my brother.

You’re so funny, Damon. Do you want a cookie?

Chocolate chip, please.

Why did you send me this?

It’s for Taeja, idiot. Why else would I send you? Choose one.

I came out of a meeting a few minutes ago. My head’s all over the place.

Told you to stop overworking yourself. That company doesn’t care about you as much as they make it seem.

That’s harsh. I love my job.

I know it’s harsh, but I’m being real.

Taeja agreed to this?

Not yet.

Zain.

But she will. WhenI brought it up, she seemed interested.

I’m gonna wait, though. Obviously.

I’m surprised. I thought she wouldn’t agree with that.

Don’t knock it till you try it.

I won’t be knocking because I’m sticking to pussy.

Get the set with the lavender gem. It reminds me of the dress she was in when we met her.

I was thinking the same. Thanks.

Where is she?

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