“Don’t look at my computer,” I say. “And especially don’t look at the folder labeled ‘Plotting Eli’s Downfall.’” I don’t actually care if he looks at my work computer. What’s he gonna find, seating charts? I’m not dumb or crazy enough to keep anything remotely interesting on there. “I don’t see that one,” he drawls. “I just see this one called ‘Very hot porn,’ and it’s… all drawings of me, naked?” “Dammit,” I hiss, glancing at the door.
Wait their banter is so cutie
