Loving You Easy. Roni Loren

hand over the back of his head. “Fate is bullshit.”

      Was it fate that had locked him in a cage for three years? Fuck fate.

      And he didn’t want to think about blow jobs in dark hallways, of watching or being watched, of the woman he was going to be working with being interested in that kind of thing. He didn’t need to know these details. He wanted to think of Cora as a sexless entity. A bot who would be working on their computers. Just like he was trying to think of Ren as a sexless best friend.