Chapter 87

Now it was Monday morning, and she was late.

Was something wrong?

Logan Edgington approached him, black coffee in hand. “You have a desk.”

He did—way in the back and around the corner where he couldn’t see Tess walk through the front door. Logan knew it. But Zy didn’t dare admit that aloud. EM Security Management had a strict nonfraternization clause. No dating or physical relationships with co-workers. Violating the policy was grounds for job termination. The whole thing would have been funny as fuck since the company was mostly straight-as-an-arrow males…except that it had screwed him from doing more than stare at Tessa and stroking his dick raw to filthy, dirty thoughts of her.

And Logan knew that, too.

“Waiting to say hey to the new guy,” Zy lied.

Logan shot him a dubious stare over the rim of his mug. “Sure, you are. Lucky for you, Kane is already here, finishing up some paperwork with Joaquin. I’ll take you right to him since you’re so eager