The Intern

Chapter 9

Levi

"You've got it bad."

I rolled my eyes because that was honestly the only response the comment was worthy of. I knew Erwin was trying to get under my skin; it had become his favorite pastime over the last few years and I'd gotten to the point where I brushed it off as easily as everything else. I walked over to the mini bar situated on the left side of Erwin's office, running my thumb over the bottom of a short glass before flipping it over and smacking it down on the counter. The noise didn't even make him flinch, although I knew it wouldn't. Sharp movements like that was a tactic I could use on everyone but him. He knew me too well; a fact I had grown to hate above all else.

I poured the amber liquid into the glass with the full intent of numbing anything and everything I had felt in the past hour. That was not to say, of course, that the brat was getting to me. No one was capable of unnerving me and he was certainly no exception to that. Back in the cafeteria my little outburst, if you could call it that, was due to nothing more than an annoyance that things were proceeding before I had given them permission to. I wanted to have full control over the situation, and Erwin's sudden flirtation had thrown a wrench in my plans. Of course, it was a well-crafted wrench that would ultimately fit right into place, but I didn't want that happening just yet.

I choked down the lies with a swig of the drink and felt it all burn on the way down. I set the glass back on the table and fingered the rim, a carefully crafted expression of boredom playing on my face as I answered in a tone that reflected the dull emotion, "I don't have anything bad, Erwin. You were making a spectacle out of yourself in front of the new interns and I was simply putting a stop to that. Don't read into it."

"I'm the one making a spectacle out of myself?" Erwin's voice was pointed on a few choice words that implied I had made a show of myself as well. I couldn't really argue with that. "Who was the one dry-humping one our teenage interns in the elevator?"

I opened my mouth to deny everything, but thought better of it. We had security cameras and Erwin was no fool. He would have reviewed his evidence before accusing me, and lying would only be a waste of my breath. Instead I gave an indifferent shrug and took another swig of the drink. "He's got a nice ass, what can I say?"

"Most of them have nice asses, Levi, that's not the point," Erwin continued as he crossed the room to my side, leaning over me to grab a glass of his own. Midday cocktails had become a thing for us since I hit a legal drinking age. Not that we didn't have just as frequent parties beforehand, but I had to regulate myself back then and that was never fun.

I nursed my drink and eyed him suspiciously, wondering if he was going to actually get to the point. He took his good time in pouring the drink, dragging out the inevitable and only managing to tick me off more. He knew that, of course. He wanted me to speak first and I was in just enough of a piss poor mood to give in. I didn't do so without an irritable snap in my voice, though. I had to get something out of it, after all. "Then what is the point?"

"I don't think I've had you set your hand on me like that in ages," Erwin said, watching me from over the rim of his glass. He took a sip before continuing. "That wasn't the way we play, Levi. There was a threat in the way you touched me. You were telling me to back off of him."

"I was being jealous over you, you oversized assbag."

"As eloquent as always, Levi."

"Oh, bite me, old man," I rolled my eyes and did my best not to down the rest of my drink. It would have burned like a bitch and I wasn't ready for the inebriation that would follow. Somehow that always ended with me spread out on the desk under Erwin as he rutted me into a screaming orgasm that I would only faintly remember after I came out of my drunken stupor.