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perfectly. Nothing else made sense, because I really couldn’t figure out why it would be a bad idea to talk to Knox in what was now his office.
    Fate stopped and held the stairwell door open for me. “Because we talk on our terms, not his.”
    Our terms? I didn’t remember him asking me for my terms, and yet it felt kind of nice to have standards, even if I’d only found out about them afterward. Maybe this was something I could get behind after all. “Where are we going to achieve these terms we require?”
    He followed me into the stairwell and then passed me on the stairs. “My office,” he said as if it were no big deal that he had an office and I was just finding out about this now.
    The balm of “our terms” went out the window with those two words. “Your office?” It wasn’t our office. First the car, then the pay, and now he had an office? Who could blame me if my voice had come out like a shrieking witch? “Excuse me, but when did you get an office and why am I only finding out about this now?”
    He looked back at me briefly. “I’ve always had one. All that time you spent laying out the building, one had to assume you knew.”
    “That’s bullshit. You knew I didn’t know.”
    He didn’t have to drag me with him this time. He’d have to block my path. There was no way I wasn’t seeing this office. I was hoping it would be a dump, like the rest of the place, but knowing Fate he’d have the one nice chunk of real estate in this crumbling 80s carpet and Formica dive.
    “This is why you don’t have a desk in the pit of hell.” In the entire time I’d been here, Fate had flitted in and out of the main office, and I’d never realized he did this because he had his own space. I’d assumed he went somewhere—anywhere—that wasn’t here. I’d thought I’d known every nook and cranny of this building. He himself had seen me pouring over it, and his comment now added to the insult of not knowing.
    We didn’t stop climbing until we made it to the top floor. No surprise there. If he was going to have an office here, I couldn’t imagine any other place. I wracked my brain, trying to think of any unchecked door up here, and I couldn’t.
    He took a left and I followed him to the very end of the hall. He stopped in front of what I’d thought was a maintenance closet. It wasn’t labeled and it was always locked. He turned the knob. There was no way whatever lay behind that door would be nice. There wasn’t enough space. I’d figured the interior of this building out. It was four-by-four at best. He’d converted a closet. It was probably just big enough to squeeze in another Formica desk. There was no reason to get irritated.
    The door swung open to a twenty-by-twenty room. It shouldn’t have fit, but it was here, gleaming hardwood floors and all. An expensive looking wool area rug sat under the wooden desk centered against the back wall, the antique detail contrasted by the largest flat screen TV I’d even seen. It was the latest model and took up almost the entire west wall.
    “In case you don’t know,” I made a grand gesture of pointing toward the screen, “ that is an absurd size for a TV. And, it doesn’t go with the decor.” Uh huh, take that Mr. I’m So Cool I’ve Got a Corner Office. I flopped down on the impossibly soft couch that sat opposite the TV. You fell into it like a leather hug that whispered of sweet siestas as it nestled your head. All those mysterious disappearances made a lot more sense now.
    “Do you have cable?” I asked in a threatening tone, ready to kill him if he said yes.
    “No. I’ve got cables . What do you want to watch?”
    “Show off.”
    Fate walked around and sat on the arm of the couch and his eyes roamed slowly up my legs, exposed by the shorts I’d worn today. When his eyes eventually met mine, an image of him completely naked, my hands gliding up the skin of his abdomen before they wrapped around his neck popped into mind. The vision