Three Player Game by Jaime Samms

Author:Jaime Samms [Samms, Jaime]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2017-08-01T04:00:00+00:00

The morning with Vince had been . . . weird. He hadn’t realized what a buffer Pete was between them until he wasn’t there. It had been one thing to accept Vince’s offer of help when he had been injured. Now he was well enough, he didn’t need to stay. But there was the sex. That had happened.

Lee didn’t know what to do with it.

Without Pete there to offer a distraction and make it about himself, take the emphasis off Vince, Lee had nowhere to look but at what he had done. With his coworker. Twice.

“You’re freaking out,” Vince told him as the afternoon sun was slanting through the office’s blinds and across their desks.

“Not talking about this at work.” Lee adjusted the cant of his laptop screen, like that was going to block his view of Vince’s concerned expression.

“Why? Blaire’s not here.”

“Because I’m working, and so should you be. Have you found all the coders yet?”

“I don’t know. There are options. I have to talk to Blaire about them. I know what he thinks he wants to do, but it might not be the most efficient way.”

“Since when does he care about the most efficient business strategy? He likes to be in control.” Lee glanced over his screen at Vince. “You should be all over that feeling.”

Vince narrowed his eyes at Lee. “What does that mean?”

The cold edge to Vince’s voice sent a silver slide of something down Lee’s spine, and he shivered. “Don’t.” He lowered his gaze back to his screen, but nothing there made sense.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t use that voice on me. Not here.”

Vince sat back in his chair. “I’m sorry. You’re right.”

Lee flushed, the silver slip of nerves turning sharp, darkening to ire as it rose up to the surface. He narrowed his eyes back at Vince as he met his gaze. His nostrils flared as he drew in a breath, and his heart pounded.

“I was inappropriate, but either you want me to be “all over it” or you don’t.”

“Get me a cup of coffee,” he growled, voice rough. Everything inside him quivered as he waited to see what Vince would do. He wouldn’t be the weak one. Not again. And definitely not with Vince.

Vince’s head tilted, his eye contact piercing and focused.

Lee’s palms sweat, and he pulled his hands from his keyboard to cross his arms and sink into his chair. He couldn’t yield now. He’d uttered the order like he’d done so many times in the past, and he couldn’t take it back. He just didn’t know if it would work anymore. He didn’t know what their dynamic was now.

The office door opened, and Blaire breezed in, saying hello and blowing off the tension with a wave. If he noticed anything amiss, he didn’t show it, just settled behind his desk and opened his briefcase.

Vince gave Lee a small, capitulating nod, stood, and smiled. “Blaire? You want a coffee too?” He walked placidly to the kitchenette.

“I’m good, thanks,” Blaire said. “Lee, how’s your back? You should move around, maybe.

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