“Clyde,” I repeated blankly. “You know I don’t keep track of your flavors of the week, Mike. I have far more important things to worry about.”
He rolled his eyes. “Clyde is my partner of twenty years.”
“Right,” I said slowly. “Because that was obviously Clyde I saw you jerking off three weeks ago in the back room. Looked a little young to have been with you twenty years. Unless you started early. Like, really early.”
He waved his hand at me. “Clyde doesn’t give two shits about that. We fuck around with whoever we want and go home to each other. It works for us.”
I shrugged. “I suppose. It’s not for everyone, but as long as you’re happy.”
“Because you care about my happiness.”
I grinned at him. “Always.”
“Somehow, I don’t believe you,” he said dryly. “Thanks for trying, though.”
“It’s what I’m here for,” I said. “Stroking your ego is my number one priority.”
“How is Corey?” he asked, looking back at his computer.
“Fine,” I said. For some reason, Mike had a strange fascination with Corey, though I didn’t think it was anything sexual. I’d already threatened him egregious bodily harm if it ever tried to go that direction, but I didn’t think it was actually necessary. He apparently just had a soft spot for Corey, and I tried not to question it too much. “He’s got late class today, so he won’t be in.”
Mike nodded as he opened a drawer on his desk and pulled out a fifth of Jack. He slid the bottle over to me. “Drink this.”
“I hate Jack. Not my drink.”
“I don’t have any tequila.”
“That’s fine, because I’m not getting drunk with you.”
“Sandy, take a hit. You’re gonna need it.”
I laughed at him. “I’ll need far more than this if you’re going to try and fuck me, Mike.”
I tried not to be offended when he made a face at that because I knew I was a pretty spectacular lay. I had many references that I could provide to support this, and none of them ever complained, not even if they had to go to brunch and eat all my bacon. “I think we both know I’m not your type,” Mike said.
“That’s pretty much true,” I said. “Though, if I had a power kink, you’d be the first I’d go to.”
He snorted. “Take a drink, princess.”
I did, only because I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like what was about to be said. The Jack burned on its way down and I shuddered against it. It hit my stomach and blossomed into something warm.
“One more,” he said.
“You better not have roofied this,” I told him. “I don’t want to be involved in your old-men sex ring.”
“Not that you’ll be awake to even notice,” he said with an oily smile.
“Gross.” I took another drink before capping the bottle and sliding it back over to him. The Jack went back into the drawer and he sat back in his chair.
“Good?” he asked.
“As good as I can possibly be given how vague you’re being.”
And then he said the stupidest thing I’d ever heard in my life. “I need you to seduce Darren Mayne.”
Because.
What.