Chapter 6

Mal wore an old T-shirt and shorts to sleep in. He could wear a garbage bag and look hot. I coughed to cover up a groan and got ready for bed.

“Everything all right, Tobie?”

“Yeah, fine. Good night.”

“Sweet dreams,” he said. And they were, too.

I learned a lot about Mal over the next few days and found much to admire, aside from his physical perfection. He was firm, exacting, and fair. It was a huge turn-on to watch as he confidently negotiated the deal, working out disputes as they came up and smoothing ruffled feathers. He let me deal with the HR part of things, which was a pleasure to do, since no one was losing their jobs, and I had a hand in that.