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stuff separate.”
“Well, yeah, sure, but why can’t people know…” He almost said you’re mine. Good God. What was happening to him? “…we’re seeing each other? Is there some company rule I don’t know about?”
“No.”
“’Cause I’m pretty sure Renzo is banging that media girl, Phoebe.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah. Also, I walked in on one of the other media girls giving that AD who works on cereal a blow job in the men’s room.”
She choked.
“And how about those rumors about you and Mason?”
“You know those aren’t true.”
“I know. But still.” He sighed. “Okay. Nobody knows about us.” He straightened. “So I’ll take you out for dinner tonight.”
“I can’t.” One corner of her mouth lifted. “I’m having dinner with Mason and Tom Verhoeven.”
Shit. “Tomorrow night?”
“Dinner with the head of digital sales and advertising from Around Chicago magazine.”
“Oh.” He paused, then blurted, “You like me, right?”
She looked at him for a long moment while his words hung in the air between them. Christ. Then she closed her eyes and he saw that her hands were gripping the armrests of her chair. “Yes,” she whispered. “I like you, Levi.” She opened her eyes. “I’ll come to your place after I’m done with dinner tonight.”
“Okay.” He grinned. Good. There. “See you later. Gotta get back to work.”
He left her office, enjoying the slightly dazed expression on Sloane’s face. She was always so poised and in control, but he loved that flustered look, like when he’d just fucked her breathless or licked her to orgasm. He was getting to know her better and she needed to let go a little more.
Okay, not in the office. He got that. He whistled as he strolled back to Scott’s office, where he was doing something crazy with Photoshop, working on the ideas they’d come up with. “Check it out.”
Levi peered at his monitor. A big hairy dude reclined in a bathtub full of bubbles reading a book, his feet hanging over the edge, a glass of wine sitting on the side of the tub. With no copy, the only words were on the label of the beer bottle in the bottom right corner—Flying Pigs Pale Ale.
Levi grinned. “Yeah! Perfect.” Just what they’d talked about.
“And this one.” Scott clicked his mouse. Another image appeared, this one two men holding hands.
Levi shook his head and sighed. “Nah. That one doesn’t work. Too homophobic.”
“I thought so too. One more.”
Another dude in a pink tank top and tiny athletic shorts appeared, again with the Flying Pigs Pale Ale bottle.
“Awesome.”
“Last one.”
Back to the hairy dude in the bathtub who had one leg out of the water covered with shaving foam and a shaver in his hand. Levi snorted with laughter. “I fucking love that one.”
Scott grinned. “Okay.” He turned away from his computer. “We need to get to work on the Natural Belgian Blonde. You know where we’re going with that one.”
“Pamela Anderson.”
“Dude. Natural blonde.”
“Can we make some kind of joke about the curtains matching the carpet?”
“Fuck no!” Scott paused. “Besides, these days there isn’t as much carpet.”
“Ahaha!” Levi laughed so hard he just about split a gut.
Scott laughed too.
Then… “I know!” Levi just about blew up. “There’s no actual blonde woman in the ad. Just a picture of carpet and drapes. That don’t match. No, no…they do match. Perfectly. With some kind of crazy pattern.”
“Ah!” They leaped up and high-fived each other. “Hang on, hang on.” Scott clicked his mouse a few times and Pharrell William’s “Happy” blasted from his computer. They both started dancing. Levi had his arms in the air and was thrusting his pelvis when Joseph Huxworth walked by. Joseph paused and eyed them. And he wasn’t alone. Presumably that was a client. Crap.
Levi dropped his arms and jerked his head at Scott, who lunged for his computer mouse and cut the music.
“Uh, hey, Mr. Huxworth.” Levi smiled. “Just celebrating our incredible creative genius.”
“Uh-huh.”
Sloane appeared with a cute crease between her eyebrows. “What’s going on? We heard music blasting.”
“The boys were celebrating,” The Hux said.
Sloane’s expression clouded and she shot him an exasperated glance, bugging her eyes out at him. He spread his hands wide, bugging his eyes out back at her.
Joseph and the client continued down the corridor.
“What were you doing?” Sloane hissed.
“We were dancing,” Levi said. “For fuck’s sake. Dancing for about thirty seconds.”
“Dancing? Seriously?”
“You should try it. It’s fun.”
“I know how to dance!”
His eyes met Scott’s. They shared an evil grin. Scott reached for the mouse and the music started again, that happy, infectious beat. Levi grabbed Sloane’s hands and