He chuckles. “There arefiveDoms in my house, but I only sleep with two of them. All three of my men were fast asleep when I left.” He yawns. “The only thing I hate about my new living arrangement is the commute to work.”
“Yeah, yeah, moan to someone who doesn’t live further out than you.”
“But you’re clearly a morning person.”
“How so?”
“You’re always so chirpy first thing.”
I grin. “How do you know it’s not because of the coffee?”
He shrugs. “I don’t. You might also take happy pills.”
I snort. “There’s no such thing.”
“If you say so. Look lively. Grumpy boss is on the prowl.”
I stand tall and stare in the direction towards Nigel’s office. Damon is standing in the doorway, flicking his gaze around the room. He is so dreamy. Tall, dark hair, a stern expression, and fuck, does he look good in a suit. I don’t know how old he is, but I’d guess he’s in his mid-thirties. If I’m right, he’s around six or seven years older than me, which is perfect. Or it would be, if he weren’t one of my bosses. He’s overdressed compared to everyone else here, but I appreciate the cut of his navy, single-breasted jacket, and his royal blue tie.
I’m overdressed, too. As Nigel’s driver, I need to look as smart as his cars. My official uniform is a charcoal-grey suit and a white shirt, which I jazz up with my choice of ties. Today’s is green with tiny candy canes all over it.
Damon’s piercing stare falls on me. His irises are dark blue, although from this distance his eyes look like shining lumps ofcoal. “Rowan. Do you have a minute?” He returns to his office without waiting for an answer.
“I will always have a minute for you, handsome,” I mutter under my breath.
“Careful not to trip over your hard-on on the way to his office,” Rubin says.
I flip him my finger. “I do not have a hard-on.”
“Yet.”
“I’m professional.”
“Oh, yeah. So professional, you’re drooling right now.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
I roll my eyes and make my way across the vast, yet cluttered space to the office.
I knock before entering. “You needed me?”
Damon is staring at the monitor, a vein pulsing in his temple and another throbbing in his neck. Is he stressed about something? Probably the fact that he’s here, rather than taking time off, like he should be. But if he’s here, where is Nigel?
He gives me an apologetic look. “I need a favour and you’re the only one I can spare.”
Which means he doesn’t need me to drive him anywhere. That’s a shame.
“I need you to pick up my costume for the charity ball tomorrow night.” He pushes a Post-It Note across the desk with an address on it. “It’s a bit of a trek, I’m afraid.”
“I don’t mind.” I scoop up the Post-It Note and scan the address. Yeah, he wasn’t kidding when he said it was a trek. “Wait. I thought Nigel was going to the charity ball.”
Damon sighs. “Nigel’s not here.” His words are clipped and stern. “Fuck, how am I going to get there? It’s in the middle of nowhere.”
I clear my throat, drawing his attention back to me. I smile brightly and wave my hand. “Your driver’s standing right in front of you.”
“It’s in the middle of nowhere. At night.”
