“And unlike the rest of you, he hasn’t yet time to ruin his career or his mind.""Then he won’t do. Send him home. Get us another lunatic.""Excuse me!" [hopping up to stand in his seat] "Elassar Targon, master of the universe, reporting for duty!""I withdraw my objection.”

“I won’t.” He reached for her hand, which rested on the seat betweenthem, and wrapped it tightly in his. “I promise. If you want to get rid of me this time, you’ll have to file a restraining order to keep me away”

“It’s time to serve my Master.” He says, pointing at some steamy thing in the distance. If his master is some type of steam, all I gotta do is get a vacuum and sweep his ass up.”

“It's that the silence hanging between us, the awkward and painful glance we share, acknowledges that I'm sitting in his seat. I start to stand up, but Ely shakes his head and gestures for me to stay seated. "It's cool," he whispers. I watch him stride away to the elevator.”

“She stepped forward into the shadows with him and took his hand. “What do you want from us, Rogan?”He shuddered with the force of his expelled breath and intertwined his fingers with hers. “I’m not sure.” He brought their hands to his lips and rested them there, not kissing or licking or being seductive, just touching. “I think I want it all. I’ve barely kissed you, but I already know it won’t be enough. Even sex won’t be enough. You’re deep in my system.”

“My heart beat spikes, and I think I’m panting. Jeez, I’m a quivering, moist mess, and he hasn’t even touched me. I squirm in my seat and meet his dark glare.”