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to do.”
“Oh, good.”
They didn’t move, tangled together and happy to just be with each other. But finally Sam said, “Derek?”
“Yeah?”
“I was thinking maybe we should have a shower and then… well….”
Alarmed, Derek sat up and looked down at the man he was falling head over heels for. “You’re not thinking of leaving after a shower, are you? Because I will ban you from showering if that’s the case.”
But Sam just grinned. “No. I was thinking of showering and moving to your bed because your lounge sucks as a sleeping spot. I’m getting a sore neck.”
“Oh, good.”
He went to stand but Sam’s large hand on his thigh stopped him. Sam kept that careful grin and slowly moved his hand up until he was cupping Derek’s cock. “What I was thinking of was showering and moving to your bed and….”
“Doing some homework?” Derek suggested.
The rumble vibrated through Sam’s entire body, and Derek felt it. It caused his desire to flow back strongly, stiffening his cock in Sam’s hand.
“Yeah, doing homework sounds really good,” Sam said squeezing and working Derek’s hardening flesh. “If that’s all right with you?”
“I always was good at studying.”
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Chapter Eleven
MONDAY MORNING DEREK WAS BARRED from entering the main offices of the Municipal by two uniformed guards.
“State your business in here?” one demanded and zip, Derek completely disappeared.
“Fuck, he’s a supo,” the other said, pulling out his holstered weapon. “Where did he go?”
Taking five steps back from the men, Derek answered in a wavering voice, “I’m right here. What’s going on? I work in this building.”
The men unsuccessfully scanned the street in front of them. The first said, “Reappear so we can talk to you.”
Wishing his life were different, Derek sadly said, “I can’t. I’m sorry. My power is uncontrolled.”
“What’s your name? What floor do you work on? What’s your position?”
“My name is Derek Carson. I work in Sub-basement Two in the eastern corridors. I’m an archivist. What’s going on?”
The first guard stayed alert, his eyes flicking from side to side to try to pick up any movement Derek was making. “Call it in,” he said to the second guard who straightened and closed his eyes momentarily. Derek realized he must be a telepath. Derek had met quite a few of them at the Municipal. There was only one that Derek knew of who could read everyone’s thoughts. Most were only able to send and receive between other telepaths, such as Evie Tanner, who was one of Sylvie’s personal assistants and had the ability over a range of about a kilometer. It didn’t take long.
Seconds later the second guard said, “Evie confirms that Derek Carson is a supo with uncontrolled invisibility and has clearance to enter as long as he can tell us what document is currently sitting on his desk as an authentication.”
Derek was alarmed. “On my desk? What were you doing in my office? No one is allowed in there. Do you realize how valuable some of the things in that room are? I hope you didn’t touch anything. If there’s a document on my desk then we have a problem because there shouldn’t have been anything left out overnight, let alone the whole weekend. Oh, God. Where’s Sylvie? She knows not to allow searches of my offices.”
The second guard relaxed and put his hand on his colleague’s shoulder. “He’s good to go. Evie said that if the guy went off at the thought someone was in his office, then it’s him. You can go in.” He nodded to the thin air in front of him and motioned to the side, giving Derek permission to move past.
Derek still hesitated, but finally replied, “Thank you,” and entered. He made a beeline for Elaine’s desk where she was hanging up the phone. “Elaine? What’s going on?”
Elaine jumped and put a hand over her heart as she rolled her eyes. “Derek? How many times—”
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. I just want to know why the guards and was the building really searched? The guards said someone may’ve been in my office.”
The phone in front of her rang, and Derek could see by Elaine’s reaction that it was not the first or even the twentieth time she had answered that morning. She picked it up, holding one finger up to Derek to tell him to wait. “Good morning, you’ve reached the Municipal. How can I help? Oh hi, Martin. Yes. I know, I’m really sorry. There’s a bit of a security issue this morning.” She ran her finger down a list of names on