For the rest of the day, Lane worked hard. He needed to think about what to do next, as well as distract himself from his X rated thoughts, so it was convenient to have something to do with his hands. Besides, he could feel the tingling on his nape from Damien's gaze that frequently fell on him, so slacking off wasn't really an option anyway.
Now that he was actually busy, the time passed by fast. Before Lane knew it, it was already late afternoon, and their work was finished for the day.
"Good work, everyone. You can stop now," Damien said, putting away his pickaxe. "You can take a little rest, and once I deliver the Mana stones, we will go back to the Headquarters."
"Greene," he turned to Lane…
