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ethic, or at least I tried.   
    The two of us stood and started straightening the place up. I thought about my phone and how quiet it had been all night, and of Shane out there somewhere in his comfortable home, maybe flirting with a new girl through the dating app. I felt a pang of jealousy, though I had no right to be jealous. He didn’t seem to want to have anything to do with me beyond a professional relationship, but I still couldn’t help but think about what we said to each other, and about that last comment before he left the bar.
    I still had his pictured saved, and I hoped he kept mine. I knew I should want him to delete it, but it still made me feel good to imagine him looking at it, maybe slipping his hand down his underwear, over his sculpted abs, to grasp his thick cock. I shook my head to get the image out of my mind.
    I wondered what he’d be like when I was in the office full time. I was terrified things would be awkward. Worse, I was afraid he’d fire me. If he was as private as he said, then getting rid of me made sense.
    Before I could fall too deep into my anxious daydreams, Darcy proposed shots, and I couldn’t say no to her. We drank to my success, but secretly I drank to a future where Shane Green would send me a text.

9.
    A week later, I was settling into the office. I had already made my first friend named Linda, and that helped ease my transition a lot. She sat next to me, and her bubbly personality and no-nonsense work attitude made her the kind of person I wanted to be around. She was in turn silly and serious, always making jokes but working long hours. I turned away from my screen as Linda’s head popped around our partition’s wall.
    “Did you hear about Mr. Green?” she asked me.
    I still hadn’t run into him. We were supposed to be working closely on the app, but I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of him in the week I had been working.
    It wasn’t like I was hanging around the lobby in hopes that he’d walk by, because I wasn’t. Maybe I walked a little slower through the common areas, lingered a little bit longer than I needed to in the kitchen, and took my time when strolling through the halls near his office. But who could blame me?
    I hadn’t heard from him or seen him since our meeting in the bar, and I knew I couldn’t be the one to initiate anything. If he was really as set on a professional relationship as he said he was, then texting him out of nowhere could jeopardize my position in his company.
    I stopped what I was doing, saved it, and rolled myself back from my desk. “No, what’s up?”
    Linda scooted herself around the partition, still in her chair. “Apparently, he’s been holing himself up in his office all week, working on some unspecified project.”
    “Really? I didn’t hear about that.”
    “It’s all over the office.” She rolled a little closer. “Want to know what I think?”
    My heart started to hammer in my chest. “Sure, what do you think?”
    Her face took on a mischievous look. “I think he’s in there banging a bunch of different girls. I heard he’s a huge flirt.”
    “Linda!” I said, and my face turned red. Linda giggled at my reaction.
    “Oh, come on, new girl. We all know he’s hot as hell. Got to blow off a little steam every once in awhile, you know?”
    I wasn’t offended by her joke at all. I felt pretty close to her, and I assumed she felt the same way about me if she was already willing to joke about our boss having sex with strange girls. It was just that I wanted to be one of those girls. Actually, I wanted to be the only girl. Was I feeling jealous? I was feeling jealous. It was crazy, but I found myself wanting to be taken by this man, anywhere he chose, anytime he wanted.
    “He is pretty hot,” I offered.
    Linda grinned. “That’s the spirit. But in all seriousness, he should be working with you more. It’s weird that he hasn’t even stopped by.”
    “Think it’s anything to do with my project?” I felt a