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*thinks* Nope, really I'm pretty good with Gunn anytime anyplace.

Sorry this is late...

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Title: King of Suburbia
Author: Misha
Rating: mild R
Fandom: Angel the Series
Summary: Gunn is hot
Length: 400 words
Disclaimer: All things Jossverse are not mine.
Author’s Note: For mimesere
Feedback: Relished at mishamcm@livejournal.com
Copyright (c) July 2007 Misha


Paulie watched with envy as Gunn leaned his hand nonchalantly against the doorframe of the conference room, placing him close enough to Tanya for her to feel his breath against her cheek.

Pete popped his head over the cubicle wall. "Man, the hot black chicks really dig that guy."

"Chick?" Paulie said. "More like cub. That Tanya is a real tiger." He watched Gunn's hand caress her hip as he led her into the conference room and closed the door.

"Yeah, like you would know. Gunn's smarter than you, better looking, and a better dresser. And even if you were all those things, you wouldn't be Gunn."

"Sounds like you've got the hots for him, too."

"Hey, if I were gay, you know I would."

"And it's not just the black girls. Every girl in the building swoons when he walks by. Half of them are having affairs with him, and the other half wish they were."

"Where does he get the stamina? Hell, you've seen his wife. She's a hottie, too. You know she gets all she can handle of him, too. Man, if I were married to her, I wouldn't have time for anyone else."

"I guess a guy like Gunn needs white meat and dark meat."

"You're a bigger pig than I am. Oh, now he's in for it. The Big Boss is heading for the conference room."

"Yeah, right. I bet Gunn's doing him, too. I bet you two minutes after he walks in Gunn'll be tapping his ass."

"No wonder Gunn never works late."

"Nah, you know he's the top biller in the firm. Never stays late, never takes work home, plays ball with his son all weekend, gets laid every afternoon, and still gets all his work done. It's like he's Superman."

The conference room door opened and Gunn exited, straightened his tie, picked up his briefcase, and headed for the elevator to get home right on time. Tanya and the Boss walked out a few minutes later. Tanya had a big grin on her flushed face and the Boss was walking a little funny.

Gunn arrived home at 5:45 as he always did. His wife gave him a big, enticing kiss. "Welcome home, Charles. Dinner's on the table."

As he prepared to sit down at the table, she added, "Oh, honey, could you run downstairs and get a lightbulb?"