Page 35 of A Hard Sell

He arrived at work Monday resolved to act like it. He wore a new blue and red floral shirt with fitted navy trousers, hoping the snappy outfit would give him that little extra boost. Then he saw Morgan waiting at the elevator.Fuck.

“Morgan,” Luka said as he joined him, only because there was no avoiding it. “Feeling better?”

Morgan glanced over. “Yeah, I think I had some sort of stomach bug.”

Luka held back a bark of incredulity. “Is it not exhausting being so delusional?” slipped out anyway.

Morgan’s lip curled, his eyes glinting as he ignored Luka’s question. “It was so sweet of Thomas to make sure I got home okay, wasn’t it?” The elevator dinged open and the two of them entered.

Luka tightened his jaw. “Sure.”I will not take the bait.

“He even put me to bed.”

“That’s great, Morgan.”

“I stripped off all my clothes in front of him, soembarrassing!”He was not even the tiniest bit embarrassed.

“Mmhmm.” Luka stared hard at the climbing number display.

“Anyway, it’s a bit of a blur after that…”

Luka blinked. Was Morgan implying something else had happened?Surely not.He eyed Morgan. The asshole was examining his cuticles.

They arrived at their floor and the door slid open.I will not take the bait.“Have a good day, Morgan.” Luka strode away.

His mind raced as he made his way to his office, replaying the conversation. He slumped into his chair, but before he could draw any conclusions, Finn appeared in his doorway, a smile like the sun stretching across his face.

Luka had to smile back. “And how was the rest of your weekend?”

“Good. So fucking good, Luka.” He collapsed in the other chair, glowing with happiness.

“Look at you,” Luka mused. “You’re…completely in love.”

He expected bluster back, but Finn just softened further. “Maybe.”

“That’s great, Finn. I’m so happy for you two.”

“Thanks. We already made our appointment with HR.” He sighed. “Rory is amazing. And the sex… God.”

Luka shook his head and laughed.That’s more like it.“Congratulations.”

“Right? All weekend, man, like—”

Just then Thomas walked in, his face a thundercloud. He saw Finn and his scowl deepened.

Finn did his best to tone down his grin, but couldn’t quite manage to erase it completely as he got to his feet. “Morning, Wolf. Did you get Morgan’s drunk ass home okay the other night?”

“Yes,” Thomas said, dumping his briefcase on his desk with considerable force.

The room was silent as they waited for Thomas to say more. He did not.

“Well, okay, then. See you guys later.” Finn shot Luka a look and eased out of the door. No doubt heading straight back to Rory’s office.

Luka watched Thomas silently powering up his laptop. “Morning,” he said.

“Morning.”

Again, Luka waited for him to say more, but he did not. “How are you?”

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