He licked his lips, imagining he could still taste Hayden and see him fall apart as he came. The smell of his come, his hard dick throbbing…God, he was beautiful. A shame they’d never see each other again. He wasn’t about to stalk the man’s apartment building, and he didn’t even know Hayden’s last name.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll be ready. I’d better go. And thanks, Trev. I appreciate it.”
“Anytime. Please, try and come for dinner sometime. Marianne wants to see you. We both do, but she misses you. And your roses.”
“Sounds good. I promise I will once things settle down a bit. And I’ll bring her something new I’m working on.”
“I’m going to tell Marianne, so she’ll hound you even if I won’t. Now that you’ll have a real assistant, I’ll make plans with him, and you’ll always have to show,” Trevor joked.
“You’re that positive I’m going to hire him?”
Trevor’s sigh filled his ear. “Listen. You need help. And this guy sounds like exactly who you need. Unless he’s a serial killer, there’s no reason to say no.”
In a good mood for the first time all day, Armi laughed. “And how would I know if he was? But I get your point. I promise, if he’s as perfect as you say he is, I’ll hire him.”
“Let me know. Gotta go. Talk soon.”
Armi ended the call and wrote on another sticky note:Make dinner plans with Trevor. Don’t forget flowers.
The next few hours were spent up to his eyeballs in salary negotiation reports from the lawyers, and he took copious notes.Spending was on par with earlier years, so he didn’t see any issues there and moved on. Eating his sandwich, he opened the report from Russell on the off-season trade talks. They were in the heart of free agency now, and he scoured the athletes the Kings were pursuing, wondering why they had their sights on some who were plagued with injuries or had trouble off-season with bad behavior. A piece of pickle fell on his suit lapel, and he grimaced at the mustard stain it left.
As he dabbed at it with a napkin, his phone buzzed. “Yes?”
“Your twelve o’clock is here. Hayden Porter.”
“Thank you. Bring him in, please.”
He blotted the spot with some water, which only made it more apparent, and tossed everything into the garbage. He stood to peer at his reflection in the mirror. A quick knock on his door before it opened.
“Mr. Winters. I have Hayden Porter.”
“Please, Josh, call me Armand.”
Josh stepped aside, and in walked Hayden Porter.
His Hayden.
The man he’d last seen half-naked and sleeping. The man whose dick he’d sucked and licked. His mouth dried while his face burned.What the hell?Trevor couldn’t have known…
Hayden closed the door behind him and strolled into the office until he stood in front of him.
“Hello, Mr. Winters.”
Armi swallowed hard. “Is this a joke?”
Hayden’s smile faded. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” he hissed. They might be alone in his office, but his eyes darted side to side as if someone could overhear their conversation.
“Yes. We met at The Vibe, and you came home with me.” He lifted his chin, those green eyes Armi couldn’t stop thinking about, cool and determined. “But that has nothing to do with this job.”
Somewhat dizzy, Armi circled around to put the expanse of his desk between the two of them and sat. Well, flopped would characterize it better, as his legs trembled.
“You’re a personal assistant?”
“I am.” Still standing, Hayden tipped his head. “May I sit?”
“What? Yes, of course. Please.”
