“Sure.” He hopped out of his chair to follow Armi. “And Martin Price fromCity Newsstill wants to talk to you. I told him you’d have lunch tomorrow at the Grill.” He passed by Armi on the way into his office, and he smelled delicious. Hayden breathed deep, briefly allowing himself to recall their time together.
Hot, wet kisses. Sweat-slicked skin tasting sharp on his tongue. A thick cock pumping out hot, sticky come…
“Hayden?”
A shiver ran through him. He rubbed his eyes and saw Armi in front of him, his brow wrinkled. “Sorry. What did you say?”
“I asked if you know what that reporter wants.”
“To find out more about how you’re going to lead the team and the organization. I gathered he used to do the same thing with your father.”
Those big blue eyes flared with alarm. “What? I-I don’t know how to answer that. I’m not sure yet.” He paced the office. “What am I going to say? He’s going to crucify me, and I’ll look stupid—stupider than everyone already thinks I am.”
“First of all, no one thinks you’re stupid. How about I find old interviews he’s done? I’ll make up a list of questions I think he’ll ask, and we’ll go over them today. Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”
The fear in Armi’s face subsided. “Thanks. You’re a lifesaver.”
“Not a problem. I’m here to help you, remember?”
Armi’s smile was faint. “Yeah. But still…” He shrugged. “This is above and beyond, so I truly appreciate it.”
“No worries. Do you know what you’d like to order for your lunch with your mother? What are her favorite foods?”
“As long as there’s a salad, she’ll be happy. And she likes fish.”
Hayden nodded. “I’ll take care of it. And I’m having lunch with Mr. Anders’s PA today. Anything I should know about her?”
Puzzlement creased Armi’s brow. “Lucy? I don’t know. She doesn’t really talk to me. She’s like one of those popular girls in school who never speaks to the guys who aren’t cool enough.”
It pained him to see Armi’s lack of self-confidence. “Okay. Let’s get to work. By the time you meet with the reporter tomorrow, you’ll be more than ready.”
Chapter Eight
“Hello, sweetheart.” His mother swept into his office and kissed his cheek. “Where did you find that gorgeous man outside your office?”
“Hayden’s my new PA.”
“So I’ve heard.” Her eyes danced. “Aren’t you smart? Makes coming to work so much more pleasurable.”
Cheeks burning, he snorted. “Mom, that’s ridiculous. First of all, didn’t you divorce Dad because of his affairs with all his secretaries? And second, Hayden is more than just a gorgeous man. He’s smart, quick, and—” At her smirk, he realized he’d fallen into her trap.
“All that and he’s been here how long? And while your father’s eyes wandered, along with the rest of his body parts, his affairs weren’t with the women who worked for the Kings. He had a weakness for cocktail waitresses, cheerleaders, and strippers. But back to you. I am glad to see you’ve decided to get some help. You need it.”
A knock at the door saved him from answering, and Hayden walked in with their lunches. “I have grilled chicken and fries foryou, Mr. Winters, and grilled salmon over a salad for you, Mrs. Winters.”
“It looks delicious, Hayden. Thank you,” his mother answered with a smile. “Would you like to join us?”
Hayden shook his head. “Thank you very much for the invitation, but I have a lunch date. Enjoy.”
“Thanks, Hayden.” Armi took a fry and dipped it in ketchup…which promptly dripped on his pant leg.
“Dammit,” he swore. “I’m such a klutz.”
“Don’t worry,” Hayden rushed to reassure him. “I brought stain remover to the office just in case it happens to me. It’s not a big deal.”
Which Armi knew was a lie. Hayden wasn’t clumsy, and Armi had yet to see him less than perfectly put together, even at the end of the day.
Except that night in his apartment. Hayden writhed under him, a sweaty, disheveled mess, his mouth all swollen and his dick out.
