“Oooh!” “This is where I do my work.” “Ooooohhhh.” “And this is my stapler.” “Oh my! You are the most impressive male I have ever met. Your very own stapler? Oh me, oh my! I’m surprised I don’t just swoon right here and now.” Diaz let out a dirty chuckle. Wes paused and cocked an eyebrow outside the slightly ajar door to Diaz’s office. He heard the definite sounds of kissing and his inner liger huffed and inhaled. Diaz had a female in his office. Not just any female – a penguin shifter, not one he recognized. Only one penguin worked in the building, and this mystery penguin wasn’t her. There was a sharp slap as the female squawked. “Not here!” Diaz made an uncharacteristic whining noise. “But Pingu!” “Don’t call me that,”
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