Page 38 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
“You can stay with me. My building is super secure!”
“You sure?” Katharine looked like she was about to cry again. “Mr. Moreau said his staff will help me if I need it, but…”
“But who wants to sleep alone with all this going on? But, no, seriously. My mom is flying out, and she’s a great cook, and I’ll be as big as a whale if you don’t come help me eat it all. Anything goes wrong, she’s cooking. And my fridge is only so big.”
Katharine smiled through trembling lips and nodded as Veronica almost shook the agreement out of her by her arms. “Okay.”
Katharine grabbed a tissue and dabbed her face, then turned to Collin. “Pleasure to meet you. I promise I usually have it more together than this.”
Collin shook his head and offered up a smile. “I am not repeating the worst thing I’ve ever done at work on a rough day, but believe me, I’ve done worse.”
Veronica giggled. “You sure you don’t want to tell us?”
Collin shook his head and mimed locking his lips. “It ended in a hospital visit, so no. I just try to get enough sleep now that I don’t make a fool out of myself.”
Eliza raised one eyebrow, looking for all the world like a slightly younger version of a Professor McGonagall from Hogwarts if she had gone for a trendy short haircut. Collin pursed his lips together and shook his head. “Nope, that secret is going nowhere.”
Eliza smirked. “There’s a year-end party coming up.”
Collin swallowed. Sounded like he was going to have to skip drinking that night. Because no way was he telling his coworkers about the first time Mr. Reevesworth saw him naked. No, thank you. Time to explore virgin cocktails. Not that he drank much. Working at a bar had dulled his curiosity for intoxication.
Collin drank from the firehose of information and insight that was Katharine until lunch. He could see how her momentary loss had been a hit to the team. Whatever had been used to threaten her into resigning was knowledge he wasn’t privy to, but he didn’t need to know, nor did he ask. While she was nervous, constantly stimming with a pen in her hand, and apologizing every other minute for things that were entirely out of her control, her mind was beautiful.
She had a 4D map in her head of the project, not just the details of the space but everything about what it had been, what it currently was, and Mr. Reevesworth’s vision of where it could go. From her laptop, she dropped overlay after overlay on the map, directing Veronica, who actually knew how to draw the maps, on what to highlight.
“We have people sending us information and ideas from all over,” Eliza explained, bringing up a shared folder for Collin. “And Veronica and Katharine mock them up if we think it’s worth playing out. Then we run computer models to see the effect. Well, we send the numbers to another team, and they run it and send back the results. They do modeling for several teams working on different projects.”
“I think they have to be in a special building to keep the computers cool enough.” Veronica smirked. She waved at her stack of machines. “I’m lucky the air-conditioning can keep up with my babies.”
“You don’t rent space on a server?” Collin frowned. He’d done that in university more than once.
Veronica shook her head. “Mr. Reevesworth and Ash don’t want another issue. But don’t worry, we do have offsite backups.”
Collin left to find Mr. Reevesworth for lunch. It was only when he stood up to walk down the hall that he realized it had been over four hours since he used the restroom and two hours since he’d drained the mocha from Damian. His bladder actually hurt.
Damn it. He was going to be in trouble. But his job was just so interesting he’d been entirely swept away.
Suppressing a series of winces, he limped down the hall, through the outer office, and knocked on Mr. Reevesworth’s inner office door.
“Come in, Collin.”
Collin bit his lip and pushed open the door, shutting it behind himself immediately. “How did you know it was me, sir?”
“That was your knock.” Mr. Reevesworth looked up, raising one eyebrow. “If I didn’t have a tracker on you, I’d have been worried.”
Collin flushed. “I really need to use it, sir. And then I need to drink. I got entirely caught up in what we were doing.”
Mr. Reevesworth stood. “Perhaps I should visit you to remind you.”
Collin ducked his head. Was he going to say no, that it would be embarrassing? Absolutely not. Did that make him a slut for attention?
Possibly.
When Mr. Reevesworth slid the plug out of the end of Collin’s cock, he actually groaned. Release was bliss. And his bladder agreed.
Mr. Reevesworth shook his head and bit Collin’s ear gently. The mark would be gone in a minute. “You will drink more, boy.”
“Yes, sir.”
