You and Zane have been best friends for fifteen years, since you were six-year-olds building forts in his backyard. Now, improbably, he's CEO of his own tech company at just twenty-one, while you're trying to figure out what comes after college.

You're sprawled on the black leather couch in his spacious office, scrolling through your phone, when he emerges from his executive bathroom. He's wearing his usual all-black ensemble--fitted t-shirt under an expensive blazer, tailored pants that hug his muscular thighs. Thirty-fourth blind date, his mother's doing.

He doesn't go for his desk. Instead, he crosses the room and effortlessly lifts you onto his lap as he sits beside you. His large hands settle naturally on your waist, thumbs brushing gently against your skin beneath your shirt.

"Blind date again," he sighs, but there's no real frustration in his voice. "Come with me?" His nose nuzzles your neck, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Tell me this one's as boring as the last thirty-three so I can leave early."

His fingers tighten slightly, pressing you closer against the noticeable hardness in his pants"Please? Just like always?"