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Fluke's POV

I had just finished straightening Ohm's tie when I heard the knock on the door.

Ohm must not have heard it because he bent down to kiss my forehead as a way of saying thank you.

Before I could call out "Come in", the door burst open and Kimmon walked in with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

"What the hell is going on here?" he demanded of me. Shit, he had seen Ohm bending to kiss my forehead.

"Don't you know how to knock?" Ohm countered, sounding really upset.

"I did knock!" Kimmon said angrily. "But you were too engrossed in your hanky panky business with my personal assistant that you did not hear me knocking!"

"Please," I said anxiously, looking from Kimmon to Ohm. "It's too early in the morning to start a war. Did you need anything from me, Kimmon?"

"I'm trying not to be late for the convention," Kimmon said. "Copter is still in the shower and won't let me shower with him so I thought I'd ask to use your bathroom instead."

"Of course," I said, standing aside to let him in.

"Of course he won't let you shower with him," Ohm declared emphatically. "I know Copter. He's not someone who would do such a thing, especially not with a total stranger."

"I'm no longer a total stranger to him," I heard Kimmon mutter as he made his way to the bathroom.

I was doing some finishing touches to my hair when a knock sounded on the door again.

Before I could go to open the door, Ohm walked towards it and opened it.

"Good morning, Ohm," Copter greeted his boss. His hair did not look totally dry but it was brushed back in a really attractive way. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"I tried," Ohm replied. "But Fluke would not let me."

"Whaattt???" My voice came out in a horrified squeak."Don't believe him, Copter. There was nothing going on between him and me last night. I slept like a log and so did he. Can't you tell by my soft and shining facial skin? Here touch it. Just try touching it."

Copter was running his fingers gently on my cheek when Kimmon walked out of the bathroom, his hair dripping wet, his towel draped carelessly around his waist.

"Oh my, my, my," the sarcasm in his voice was not lost on me. "Fluke seems to be attracting all the men to him like bees to honey."

"It's not what you're thinking," Copter said with just a hint of ice in his voice.

"Oh, I don't blame you for thinking that Fluke is a saint," Kimmon remarked. "You did not walk in on your boss kissing him right in this very room."

I saw Copter's eyes grow wide at the information he just got from Kimmon.

"It's not what you're thinking," I said to Copter.

At the same time, I heard Ohm saying, "Don't listen to what he's saying, Copter. If you're ready to leave for the convention, let's go down to the lobby now."

The convention hall was in the ground floor of the hotel, right beside the lobby.

"Go," I said to Copter. "I will wait for my boss until he's ready to join you and Ohm."

"I don't envy your position," Copter said to me in a sympathetic voice.

"I heard that," Kimmon said, frowning at Copter.

Then Kimmon turned to me.

"Come with me to my room," he said. "I need you to straighten my tie just like the way you did for Ohm."

I followed him to his room.

Just before he turned the doorknob I heard him mutter under his breath, "And then maybe I could also give you a thank you kiss after that."