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Office tension, professional boundaries crossed
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Finish Your Drink
The way you’re looking at my collarbone suggests a high-intent audience with a significant budget for bad decisions.
Brix
I watched the way his thumb tracked the rim of the glass, like he was looking for a flaw in my packaging before the pitch.
Lock the Door
The rain hit the glass like a frantic syncopated brush on a snare, making the silence between our desks feel as heavy as an unplugged amp.
Silas's Lanyard
I checked his neck for the plastic badge, a nervous tic of an old habit, wondering if the years had softened the sharp line of his collarbone.
—and honestly, the Pinot wasn't even that good
Julian leaned in, his breath smelling of expensive oak and a very specific kind of corporate rebellion that I found suddenly, dangerously intoxicating.
August 28th, 11:42 PM
The salt air is doing things to your hair that your stylist in the Loop would probably categorize as a breach of contract.