Summary: "There you are," Eliot said, appearing in Alec's doorway. Alec tilted his head and studied him. "I'm not your damn secretary, Hardison." Alec entertained a brief fantasy of Eliot as his damn secretary, and he knew he had a goofed-up grin on his face, by the way Eliot scowled a little harder, or maybe Eliot had a toothache; he'd been scowling a lot lately.
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