You want to come? I’ll make you come in three seconds.
I pulled off my clothes and dropped them in a pile by the door before moving into the shower and lowering to my knees. No towel this time. I wasn’t going to be here long enough to need it.
Thankfully, he’d already rinsed off his bodywash. All that was left on his cock was the faint taste of soap and the overwhelming scent of sandalwood and vetiver. I couldn’t even detect a morsel of his own scent, which was probably for the best.
Clinical. Quick. Professional.
I sucked his cock like a goddamned pro, massaging his nuts and taint and even ghosting a fingertip over his hole. Sureenough, the man came in record time, sucking in a gasp so quickly he nearly choked on shower water.
I wiped my mouth and stood up.
“Okay?” I asked with a forced smile. Unfortunately, my neat trick had resulted in my own blue balls.
I’d gone and spit into the fucking wind, just like Beau had warned me about.
Locke looked like he wanted to say something, but he shook his head and reached for the bodywash again. “I have a video conference in thirty minutes.”
I nodded and murmured something about getting out of his hair, but as I moved out of the shower and gathered my things, I could see him watching me in the mirror.
“Jett.”
I met his eye in the mirror but didn’t say anything.
“Thank you.”
My stomach plummeted. Whatever I’d been expecting, whatever I’d been hoping for, that wasn’t it.
Thank you?Fuck that.
I gave him a quick nod, then walked to my room and closed the door. My boner was gone, and my resentment returned to a healthy boil.
How could the man blow so hot and cold?
I could deal with bossy asshole Locke. I might not like it, but I was more than capable. I’d spent most of these last few years playing roles that were a lot more dangerous and uncomfortable than being Locke’s assistant. And at least this job came with the bonus of getting face time with the man’s dick on the regular.
But he wasn’tjusta bossy asshole. And I never knew, from one moment to the next, which Locke I was going to get.
The caretaker who’d insisted on rescuing me in Amsterdam?
The charming, witty, open man who’d told me stories and taught me Paxis last night?
The generous lover who’d pulled me into a closet and sucked my cock this morning?
Or the cold, ruthless businessman who treated the people in his life like chess pieces and didn’t seem to care when their feelings were sacrificed for the good of the game?
Every time I rebuilt my defenses, Locke would knock them down again.
After waiting until I could hear Locke on the call, I threw on running clothes and shoes, grabbed my earbuds, and went downstairs to the fitness center, which had the same amazing view of the pool deck and water beyond.
After hopping on a treadmill facing the open doors to the view, I pumped up my music and began running off my frustration.
About twenty minutes into my run, an attractive man about my age entered the room dressed in similar workout clothes. I hadn’t seen him before and couldn’t place him from the names on the list. His eyes widened when he saw me, and then he flashed a friendly grin.
“Mind if I join you?”
I pulled out an earbud and tilted my head at the room full of high-end equipment. “Help yourself.”
Maybe I should have introduced myself as the event host and given him the rah-rah to make him feel welcome, but I wasn’t feeling it.
