The executive lounge fell into silence as everyone settled into plush leather chairs, looking less like friends and more like a council deciding someone's fate.
Dahyun crossed one leg over the other, his gaze settling on Ryan.
"So," he drawled. "Who's that Jay guy?"
"He's my colleague from work." Ryan replied.
"Oh," he rested his chin on his fist, a coy smile formed on his lips. "I see. He's kinda hot."
Jamel shot him a flat look.
"Since when do you start checking out men?"
"Relax, not interested," Dahyun replied coolly, "What's your deal with him? I caught you glaring at him back there."
"I think this idiot wants his ass," Ludacris shook his head, "too bad Jay seems determined to play hard to get."
"Screw you." Jamel muttered.
"Why are you sulking?" Dahyun said smoothly. "If you want that ass, get it."
"Dahyun!" Ryan barked.
"What?" Dahyun looked genuinely confused before his eyes widened in mock realization. "Wait… don't tell me you like him too!"
