“Transfer,” Malcolm said. “He’s actually my boss.” “Yeah?” Vasquez swept Seong-Jae with a slow once-over, then whistled low. “I wouldn’t mind being bossed around by someone that pretty, eh?” Seong-Jae recoiled. “Excuse me?” Malcolm dragged a hand over his face. “He’s straight and just trying to fuck with you. Don’t give him the attention he wants.”
