Culture Code Novels & Stories

It was riddled with errors—so bad it couldn't even pass basic syntax checks. "This is the level of our Technology Innovation Award winner. He can't even write a simple loop correctly, yet he's the project lead." An uproar broke out in the room. Someone couldn't help laughing. Jason's face flushed red. He jumped up and slammed the table. "Rex! I'm telling you, you're finished! Today, I'll have the company terminate your outsourcing contract!" I looked at him calmly. "Do whatever you want. You already took my code and my algorithms. I have nothing left to lose."

I could smell him clearly, that mix of clean sweat, masculine musk, and something darker, more primal that made my mouth water. After dinner, we moved down to the basement rec room. We called it a "movie night," but neither of us was really paying attention to the screen. The lights were dimmed low, and the cool air felt good against my heated skin. I sat on the large sectional with my knees drawn up, trying to keep some distance between us. Kael sprawled out right beside me, close enough that our thighs pressed together again. His hand started casually on my knee, then slowly slid higher. His fingers traced lazy circles on the inside of my thigh through my yoga pants.