Smitty didn't mind. He wanted to, he really did. But the moment David Cook walked into the Warehouse with whatever problem they were hoping to solve by the end of the work day, he definitely did not mind. The man was nearly six feet of concentrated gorgeous. Rich noticed him, too. And Cook noticed right back. Noticed him right into the closest of the thousand rooms he could find.
He could hear everything. Mostly because he was up against the door listening for everything. Rich was calling him "Dave." It was the first time he had heard Rich call that name since his little fling with their fellow Mover. Smitty was growing hard, and sweating like crazy under his jumpsuit. He should've been jealous, but he wasn't. And he just couldn't mind. Because he didn't want to.