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Ethan leaned closer to the table to hide his growing problem. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine, sorry. I'm—I'm Ethan. Ethan Winter." He started to reach into his pants for his wallet then remembered he didn't have any business cards. Embarrassed, he gave a lopsided smile. "Sorry. Just gave out my last card. Settle for a handshake?"
"It's true about Poole, you know. Or that's what I've heard. The guy's married to his work. That's all he cares about. He doesn't date. The women he escorts to functions are fellow agents or friends. Different each time. He's like a machine without genitals."
I say this with no malicious intent but… THAT SOUNDS SO WATTPAD AND FANFICY BUT ALSO MAKES SENSE COZ PEOPLE ARE LIKE THAT IRL BUT STILLLL
"Since you’re from Indiana I will put it bluntly: I am not desperate. Nor do I appreciate low-brow displays meant to entice me." He picked up both cups of coffee and walked past Ethan with a stiff, "Enjoy the conference, Mr. Winter, and please don’t approach me again."
He stared into Larry's cup of coffee, sick both at the confrontation and the disturbing state of his arousal. It seemed even when Maxmillian Poole hated him Ethan still wanted him. I am really twisted. Hopefully the Bureau tests won't involve measuring my response to verbal abuse, he thought in disgust.
He stared into Larry's cup of coffee, sick both at the confrontation and the disturbing state of his arousal. It seemed even when Maxmillian Poole hated him Ethan still wanted him. I am really twisted. Hopefully the Bureau tests won't involve measuring my response to verbal abuse, he thought in disgust.
WAIT I WAS JUST KIDDING ONFG OF COURSE A SOON TO BE FBI AGENT WOULD GET OFF ON BEING VERBALLY ABUSED!
Ethan stopped before the front door of Jonathan's office. The stenciled letters were classy and easy to read in the bright morning sunlight: The Elite Poole Maxmillian Poole, Agent-in-Charge
life just hates Ethan and i’m horrible for not caring.
I’m even more horrible for wanting things to get worse for him😭
"I saw you earlier at the sports book and then again at the information booth. That's not coincidence. You're following me." When the man opened his mouth to argue, Ethan shook his head. "I'm in the same business you are. Don't bullshit me, man."
Since the messy demise of his and Jonathan's brief affair he'd avoided any and all personal relationships. He'd learned his lesson with Jonathan. The pursuit of personal pleasure was a hindrance when one was attempting to build an empire. As the relationship with Jonathan had proved, Max's ambitions did not meld well with another man's.
I WASNT BEING SERIOUS WHEN I SAID THEY DATED WHY AUTHOR WHYYYYYY
is has happened so many times you’d think i STOPPED predicting what happens in books but no-
Ethan considered himself something of a connoisseur of hamburgers. The one he was currently holding—stacked with bacon, guacamole, and Swiss—was one of the best he'd had. Of course, his opinion might have been tainted by the fact he hadn't eaten since breakfast and it was now past dinner. His stomach was growling even as he bit into the delicious-looking burger. Next time he did surveillance he'd have to remember to bring along some crackers to tide him over.

