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don’t mind. I’m kind of sweaty and don’t feel like sticking to the leather, or sliding off of it, either.” Rory would have tried to smile, but every part of him was tense and hard. There was so much blood rushing south that his lips felt numb.
    Chance turned on him, stepping into his personal space, just a hair’s breadth away from brushing their cocks together. Rory could feel the heat rolling off Chance—the man was like a walking furnace.
    A hard hand smacked into his chest as Chance walked Rory three steps backwards and shoved, sending him into the chair in an undignified sprawl. His temper spiked, but when he looked up and met Chance’s furious brown glare, he tamped it back down.
    The older man was on edge—anger and sexual tension pouring off him so thick Rory could smell it. If he thought provoking Chance would end in fucking, he would have seriously considered it—though an angry fuck wasn’t what he was after.
    However, the clenched fists and tightening across his boss’s face and shoulders pretty much assured Rory that any physical contact between the two of them would not be of the enjoyable sort. He made certain to take a quiet calming breath once Chance turned his back and walked to his desk. Rory also carefully schooled his features into what he hoped was an RORY’S LAST CHANCE
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    expressionless mask. He didn’t want Chance to see anything there that might give the man cause to fire him, or, even more likely, something that would spook Chance. Watching the stiff, jerky movements as Chance reached his desk and pulled out the worn chair made Rory feel better about controlling his own temper. Maybe a little smug about it, too, though he didn’t want to examine that too closely.
    When the other man finally looked at him, Rory didn’t flinch or blink. The slight flaring of Chance’s nostrils was a tell for the increasing anger the man was feeling, and for some bizarre reason, Rory found that small movement erotic as hell. Jesus, was he going to develop some weird-ass nose fetish now? When had he become so cracked? There was something else he didn’t want to examine too closely. Must be a day for unwanted revelations.
    Now, to see how the boss man wanted to play this out. He was sure it would be interesting.
    Chance closed his eyes briefly, and in the space of a breath went from angry to composed. It was a fascinating change done so rapidly that Rory couldn’t help but be impressed. When those dark chocolate eyes opened again and latched on to Rory, his cock gave a sudden jerk he was sure couldn’t be missed—and this time he wasn’t going to try to hide it. Boss man could deal. The heat that snapped back into Chance’s eyes had nothing to do with anger. When he finally met Rory’s eyes, Rory merely tipped his head in acknowledgement— Yes, sir, boss, all for you.
    “No.” Chance was shaking his head like he’d heard Rory’s thoughts. Rory just arched a brow and waited—after all, he wasn’t the one who’d demanded this little chat. He took note of his boss’s knuckles turning white as the man gripped the edge of the desk. Maybe he needed a push.
    “No?”
    A sharp shake of his head and Chance was looking angry all over again. “No. None of…” He tipped his chin down in what Rory assumed was supposed to be the direction of his engorged cock. “That. None of that.”
    Rory didn’t know whether to laugh or snarl. He danced the tips of his fingers over his groin. “You mean this? My dick? None of it what?” Be damned if he was going to let boss man speak without saying anything.
    Chance’s cheeks went ruddy. “You know what I mean! I don’t mess around with RORY’S LAST CHANCE
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    employees or…” He gestured at Rory in frustration, hand flapping through the air before landing on the arm of the chair. “Pretty young things.”
    “Didn’t ask you to, sir.” Not out loud, at least. The boss’s dark brows drew together and