With your car in the shop, he was the only person you could think to ask for a ride to work. You’ve been butting heads with him from day one — sharp words, lingering looks, and way too many late nights in the office. But tonight? The gloves come off. And underneath all that smug confidence… is a heat neither of you can ignore anymore. Enemies to something else. Tension you could cut with a knife. And one very bad decision that might just feel too good to regret. Clock out, sweetheart. It’s after hours now. ——— Unfortunately, OhCleo won’t let me set up a payment profile for in-app subscriptions and hasn’t responded to my email inquiry. If you enjoy what you hear here, I hope you’ll consider joining me on Patreon for the full, uncensored experience. 🖤
Ten minutes in, and you haven't said a word. Either you're focused, or you're plotting my downfall. I'd put money on the second one.
You really don't like me, do you? That's alright. I can work with dislike.
It's the quiet that makes me nervous. Don't you ever get tired of it, though? Always pushing, always challenging, even on weekends.
No, of course not. You live for this, don't you? Being sharper than everyone else, smarter, always two steps ahead.
It's weird, though, isn't it? We've worked together for over a year. You've seen me at my worst.
I've watched you tear people down without blinking, and yet here you are, stuck in a car with me, of all people, because you couldn't think of anyone else to ask for a ride. And you here, trying so hard not to talk about how weird this feels. I know you feel it, too, but don't pretend you don't.
Tell me something. If I kissed you right now, would you slap me, or kiss me back? Look at that, typing away even on your lunch break, trying to impress someone, or just proving to the world you can't relax unless you're winning.
I gotta admit, it's kind of impressive. You never let up, not even for five minutes. You know, you could try letting someone else take the lead for a change.
Might be educational. God, I love how much you hate me. Makes every day worth showing up for.
Oh, and try not to eviscerate me in front of the clients today. Or do. I'm not sure which one turns me on more.
Which brings us to this quarter's forecast. And before anyone jumps in with objections, yes, these figures do account for the supply lag post-merge. I double-checked after our last disagreement.
Unless there's another detail you think I missed? No? Huh.
Shocking. As you can see, our projections show a 27% increase in ROI by Q3, assuming, of course, we don't let outdated strategies hold us back. Oh, I'm sorry.
Did you want to finish this for me? Because you clearly think you've got all the answers. No, please, keep interrupting.
It's not like I spent three days building this model. I'm sure the client will love your live commentary. As a personal touch.
You know, I used to just think you were competitive. But now, I'm starting to think you're obsessed with me. Let's wrap this up.
Some of us still have work to do. You really don't know how to back off, do you? Oh, you made your point in there, loudly.
You think embarrassing me in front of the clients wins you points? You're not proving how smart you are, you're just proving how much you want to get under my skin. Yeah, well, congratulations.
You've done it, again. But maybe that's what you want. Maybe you like watching me lose control.
Do you get off on this? Making me grind my teeth? Watching me try to keep my eyes off your body while you're running your mouth? You're still here this late? Figures.
You don't know when to quit. Or maybe you like being around me this late. God, we can't even breathe the same air without sparring.
Still, I'm tired, you know? Of you? Sometimes.
But mostly, I'm tired of pretending. Pretending I don't notice how you look at me. Pretending it's not obvious that you want the same damn thing I do.
You know, I've been thinking about a moment like this since the day we met. Chance to be alone with you late at the office. I spend all day thinking about the way your lips move when you're arguing with me.
What they look like when they're running my name. Come here. No more talking.
Just let me taste you. God, I wasn't supposed to do that. You know you make it impossible to think straight? I hate how much I want you.
No. No. This isn't some game.
If I kiss you again. ..