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The people I’d usually rely on to help me are the same ones I’m trying to do it for. I can’t ask them to call the vendors and do all the work for their Christmas party. I know I’m a selfish prick, but I can’t be that selfish.

“It’s not ideal. No.”

I don’t know what else to say. I hit the mute button when another landslide slips from my asshole, then fan the air around me while she replies.

“Listen, let me come over and help you. Together, we can knock it out. It won’t take long since all the stuff is still up. You just need caterers and staff.”

Her optimism and thoughtfulness redeem her from my previous decision not to date her. Paolo said I was a sucker because I forced myself to eat Thai food even with knowing the costs.

“Chloe, you don’t have to do that.”

I’m torn between gratitude and reluctance. There’s a pause on the line, and then she responds, her voice soft, “Sebastian, I want to. Let me help. I’d feel terrible if I didn’t.”

Chloe’s compassion tugs at my heartstrings.

“Thank you, Chloe. I’d appreciate your help. And I probably won’t be up to fucking you tonight, not unless you’re into some kinky shit. Literally.”

Her laughter bursts through the phone, light and airy, making me smile amid my misery.

“I wasn’t worried about that, but glad you set me straight. And no, I’m not into scat play.”

My smile fades as I stare at my phone.

“What is scat play?”

She laughs again, and I’m already looking it up online.

“I’ll leave here at 5 pm, go home to feed Jinkies and be over around 7 pm. Sound good?”

I nearly vomit in my mouth when horribly graphic pictures pull up on my phone. Between my stomach pain, the acid singeing my rectum and the odor clinging to my body, the thought of people orgasming to this stuff makes me gag.

“Holy shit, people are into this stuff?” I exclaim into the phone, and her voice breaks into a shallow breath over the phone.

“Goodbye Sebastian, see you at 7 pm.”

Her laugh starts again before she hangs up, leaving me with an inverted dick and no desire to watch MILF porn.

14

CHLOE

Work is an absolute madhouse with a snafu happening with the campaign launching this week. It’s been a blur of back-to-back calls with the various parties involved, including a last-minute pull of the press release schedule to go out today that had to be rewritten and approved by compliance.

Lunch is a distant memory. By going to his house later tonight and forgoing my chance to work late at the office, I load up on coffee and power through. Time slips past me, and before I realize it, it’s well past 5 pm, leaving me less time to change, refresh, and snuggle Jinkies before heading back out. She won’t be happy, and if Sebastian felt better, I’d invite him over to my house to divide my time between them. Maybe next time.

Taylor stands in the doorway, her coat draped across her shoulders and her bags dangling from her forearm.

“How late are you working?”

“I’m right behind you. I’m going to help Sebastian with the party details.”

I lean away from the screen, resting my fingers on the keyboard, when Paolo joins her. His smile quickly appears and is directed toward Taylor when his chest brushes her shoulder.

“Ready?”

She gazes up at him, a warm expression appearing on her face, simultaneously making me envious and hopeful. Could I have what they have with Sebastian? Not their sweet, calm version but my own with a gregarious and charming blonde?

“I am,” she murmurs to him before both eyes return to mine. “That’s nice of you. I hope it all goes well.”

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