All Chapters of Inappropriate Conduct : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Bonus Scene 9 Mentorship Mix-UpFuture scene set after the mentorship program is fully established, when Jamie and Julian occasionally “play” with their old boss/employee dynamic at home for fun**The home office is dimly lit.Only the desk lamp is on warm pool of light over the wide glass surface, scattered with mock client briefs Jamie printed just for this. The rest of the room is dark, curtains drawn, city lights barely filtering through.Jamie stands on the far side of the desk in slim black trousers, white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, top button undone. He’s holding a tablet like it’s a portfolio review, posture straight, expression serious but his eyes are already glittering with mischief.Julian sits behind the desk in a charcoal button-down, sleeves pushed up, tie loosened but still knotted. He leans back in the leather chair, one ankle crossed over his knee, looking every inch the Creative Director he used to be when they first met.Jamie clears his thr

Bonus Chapter 11 — Car Ride Home After the Gala Alternate moment – right after the high-profile industry gala during the media storm (post-viral photo leak, post-public statement, when they’re still navigating the “out but careful” phase)** The black town car pulls away from the venue at 11:03 p.m. Partition up. Tinted windows. Driver silent behind the glass. Jamie slides into the back seat first—tux jacket already unbuttoned, bow tie hanging loose around his neck like a surrender flag. Julian follows, door shutting with a soft, final thud that feels louder than it should. The car glides into traffic. City lights streak past in golden blurs. For the first thirty seconds, neither speaks. Then Jamie turns his head. Meets Julian’s eyes in the low glow of the interior light. “You’ve been staring at my mouth since the red carpet,” Jamie says quietly. Julian’s jaw flexes. “You’ve been smiling at every reporter like you’re daring me to snap.” Jamie’s lips curve—slow, d

Bonus Chapter 13 — Morning After the First Office Hookup The morning after their second major encounter (the late-night office desk scene) Sunlight cuts through the half-closed blinds of Julian’s bedroom in thin golden blades. The air smells faintly of last night—sweat, sex, the sharp bite of coffee grounds still lingering from the pot they never got around to making. The sheets are twisted around their legs like they fought the fabric even in sleep. Jamie wakes first. He’s on his stomach, face half-buried in the pillow, one leg slung possessively over Julian’s calf. His body hums with a pleasant, bone-deep ache—reminders of being bent over Julian’s desk, of Julian’s hands pinning his wrists, of the way Julian had growled “quiet” against his ear while the city lights flickered outside the office window. Jamie turns his head. Watches Julian sleep. The man who once signed his onboarding papers is now sprawled beside him—chest rising slow and steady, one arm thrown over his eyes,

Bonus Chapter 15 — Public Tease at a Work Event Set during a company retreat / client dinner, years after they're married and fully out when the thrill of subtle risk still lingers The rooftop venue is packed. Glass railings, string lights strung across the Chicago skyline, a live jazz trio playing low in the corner. Black + Lane’s biggest clients of the year are here—drinks in hand, laughter echoing, deals being quietly sealed over cocktails. The night is warm for October, jackets off, sleeves rolled. Jamie is in a charcoal blazer, white shirt open at the collar, no tie. He looks effortless—professional but relaxed—chatting with a client near the bar, smiling that easy, charming smile that still makes Julian’s stomach tighten every time he sees it. Julian is across the rooftop, mid-conversation with the CEO of a major streaming platform. He’s in a dark navy suit, tie loosened just enough to look deliberate. He’s listening politely, nodding at the right moments, but his eyes kee

Bonus Chapter 17 — Quickie in the Supply Closet Years after they're married and out at Black + Lane — the thrill of old habits never quite dies, especially when a late-night client call runs long and tension builds in the office** The agency is quiet at 9:47 p.m.—most lights off, only the creative floor still glowing faintly from a few desk lamps left on by stragglers. Jamie is in the supply closet on the far side of the bullpen—door cracked just enough for light to spill in—searching for extra printer paper for tomorrow’s early pitch. He’s in dark jeans and a fitted black button-down, sleeves rolled, hair a little messy from running his hands through it all day. Julian appears in the doorway like he’s been waiting for this exact moment. He doesn’t speak. Just steps inside, closes the door behind him, and flips the lock. The click is loud in the small space. Jamie turns—slow, already smiling like he knew this was coming. “You’re supposed to be on that call with Tokyo,” Jamie sa