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“You gonna let me see it or what?”
Tim froze outside the boss’s door when he heard your voice. Eyes wide, he hovered beside the crack, careful to stay out of the little slice of light spilling into the dark hallway. He took a huge bite of hot pocket and breathed around the molten cheese as he waited for Max’s response to your impatient demand. Everybody new Max had no problem treating his office like a Motel 6 (or a Cracker Barrel), but Tim was surprised you’d agreed to it, though he shouldn’t have been. He had a habit of being in the wrong place at the right time, and he’d seen you and Max together enough to realize the sexual tension between the two of you was thick. He doubted Max was about to make you a snack. In the literal sense, anyway.
“You sure about this, baby doll? Once it’s out, there’s no unseeing it. You won’t want to go back to boring humans after this.”
“Smirk all you want, Phillips. Just show me already.”
Tim heard the rustle of fabric and your sharp intake of breath. He munched another bite of hot pocket and grinned. Bam-snap!
“Wow,” you breathed. “It’s way bigger than I was expecting. How do you walk around loaded down like that all day?”
Tim glanced down at himself, suddenly a little envious.
“Tailor-made suits, sugar nips,” Max said with a chuckle. Tim could hear the smugness in his voice. No wonder Evan’s girl banged Max in college. “You wanna touch it?”
Unable to keep his curiosity in check any longer, Tim peeped through the crack in the door. All he could see from this vantage point was you, but from the way your wide eyes focused on one spot and the way you bit your lip, he could tell he was missing one hell of a show.
“Can I?”
“Fuck yes,” Max said. “Easy though.”
You stepped toward Max’s desk and reached out a hand, but Tim lost sight of you after that. “Aw, the skin is so soft,” you cooed. “It’s…well, it’s beautiful, Max.”
“You think so?” There was genuine uncertainty in his voice, and Tim felt a little relieved that even the great Max Fucking Phillips had a little bit of cock insecurities like everyone else.
“Yes.” You sighed so quietly Tim almost missed it. “Oh, it’s so hard here!”
Max hissed a breath between his teeth. “Easy, sweetcheeks!”
“Sorry! Shit, sorry. I didn’t realize it was so sensitive.”
Tim frowned thoughtfully. He was about to look through the door again, but a hand closed over his shoulder and he almost shat.
“What are you doing?” Amanda asked.
“Shh!” Tim snatched her arm and pulled her behind the cubical wall just as the door to Max’s office swung open. He made gestures with his hands, but Amanda just shook her head, clearly not understanding. The boss’s door closed with a snick and Tim exhaled.
“Tim? Why are we hiding?” Amanda asked.
He explained everything he’d heard between you and Max, and Amanda covered her eyes.
“Great,” she groaned and stood. “More paperwork. Just what I need.” Tim followed her to the elevator, casting a glance over his shoulder toward the Door of Disgrace.
- - -
Back inside the office, you closed the door and shook your head. “I dunno. I didn’t see anybody.” You walked back over to the edge of Max’s desk and perched on it, a soft smile returning to your lips. You waved a hand airily. “As you were.”
Max tugged his other arm out of his button-down and gently folded the shirt over the back of his chair. “You remember I’m still your boss, right? Just because you’re the best I’ve got—”
“Yeah, yeah.” You settled back more fully on the desk, crossing your arms. “You agreed to the terms, boss. If I outsold everyone else in the department for three consecutive months, you’d do anything I wanted. And here we are.” You lifted your chin imperiously. “Now…spread ‘em.”
Max sighed, an inexplicable blush tinting the tips of his ears. He put his hands on his hips and closed his eyes, loosening the muscles in his neck. Meeting your gaze, he smirked, clearly over his moment of apprehension.
Phwooomf!
You gasped again as Max’s wings spread, the sight of both velvety appendages even more mesmerizing than just studying one. You gave him a dazzling smile.
Max’s eyes twinkled with amusement and warmth, so unused to any sort of sincere moments of companionship. You gently traced the veins in his wings, the look of pure delight on your face making his chest swell with pride.