“I’m not a boy,” he grumbles at me like a petulant child.
I shamelessly scan his body head to toe, he fidgets under my perusal. “You most definitely are not a boy,” I say, and walk back into the main living area. Footsteps follow behind me and I’m surprised he’s still here. I walk over to my windows and watch the city that never sleeps go about its day. As I look up I catch my reflection in the glass where I can see Leo behind me, rocking from side to side on his feet, his nervousness showing.
“What would I have to do?” he asks. The question is so quiet I’m unsure for a second if he spoke. I smile to myself. Today is gonna be a good day.
CHAPTER 14 - LEO
What the hell am I doing? I thought I had a plan when I stomped across the city, with every intention of telling this fucker what I think about him. But all sense of reason has left my brain since walking into his space. The penthouse has his smell embedded into everything around me, like he has scented it, claimed it as his territory. It’s an alluring smell, and weirdly I like being here. I’m not sure what it is, but his home feels soothing, completely hidden away from the world. I’ve stormed in here with no plan, but when rationality makes an appearance, maybe it’s best to hear out his terms so I know I have made the right decision. I’m still annoyed with Sarah, but the reality of my situation is that the money could give us everything we have dreamed of, even if it’s in a lewd manner. Maybe I’m overthinking everything. It’s just sex. We all get something out of it. Who knows…it could make my marriage strong again. With that kind of money I can hand in my resignation straight away, I would never have tosee Ethan again, and it’s not like this will be advertised to everyone we know. Nobody would know.
I watch Ethan, who is still standing looking out of the window at the bustling city and my heart is pounding waiting for his response. It’s only just now I notice that he is in shorts and a t-shirt, his sweaty aroma indicating he must’ve been working out before I showed up. Fuck, he is big. Those suits hide that hard muscle all over his body, the prominent veins on his arms, the thick ass, firm thighs and large calf muscles. All covered by miles of smooth tan skin. Suddenly my mouth feels full of extra saliva which shocks me enough to move this interaction along as these thoughts are freaking me the fuck out.
“Did you hear me, Ethan? What’s your plan?” I ask and he turns, looking at me right in the eye with a soft smile on his face. That’s when I notice the deep dimple on his right cheek. I bet the fucker got everything he wanted as a kid with that dimple. But then it registers I have never seen him smile before.
“Why don’t you make yourself at home? I’m gonna shower and bring you the contract I already had written up,” he says.
“Wait, what contract?” I ask, confused.
“I mentioned it last night. It’s just between us, so you can’t claim you were forced into this and try to destroy my life. It includes an NDA and is purely to protect me. Nobody but us and my lawyer would know about it, Leo. Now, take a seat, I won’t be long,” he says, and heads off down a corridor that’s behind the kitchen entrance.
It feels awkward just standing here on my own. Iforce myself to try and relax and to stop fidgeting. Wandering over to the window, I take in the view. It’s spectacular to see Manhattan at this height. It makes me think about the old adage of, “You never know what goes on behind closed doors.” That’s so true…has anyone else in this city been offered millions for a night of sex with their boss?
Unsure of how much time has passed, I’m still watching the city as if I have been put in a trance when I feel Ethan walk back into the room. My back heats as he approaches behind me and the strong smell of earth and spice hits my nostrils. I resist the urge to turn and face him, desperate to gulp down more of his smell. This is fucking stupid. I’m more convinced now that he has sprayed the room with an aphrodisiac, as there can be no other explanation.
A hand touches my lower back, which causes me to jump at the contact. I look over my shoulder where Ethan’s face is so close to mine. I want to berate him, but I think I’ve swallowed my tongue.
“Let’s go to my office where I can go over the contract, it’ll be more comfortable,” he says, and walks away. Of course I follow like a duckling, falling into line and not questioning him. Since when did I become this guy?
Entering Ethan’s office, I’m taken aback again at the luxury of it and that damn view. The whole penthouse is surrounded by walls of windows, making me wonder if his bedroom is the same. Would he want me here? Or would we meet at a hotel? So many questions and I don’tthink any response will make me feel less uncomfortable about this.
Taking a seat across from his large shiny black desk, I sit back in the most comfortable chair ever, fuck, I could fall asleep in this. The leather is super soft, the cushioning is like being on a cloud, engulfing me in something akin to a hug.
“Comfortable?” Ethan asks.
“Very, these are fucking lush. Money does get you quality.” I realize my error in that comment, wanting to slap myself.
“It certainly does. I only ever pay for the best,” he says with an almost growl in his voice. I don’t miss the insinuation of paying for the best. It takes all my energy not to scowl and storm out of here in a temper.
“Let’s move on,” I say, wanting this to be purely transactional.
“The contract is straightforward. The amount of money agreed for one night. No rules for what happens, I am in full control. Full sex. We will both need to be tested beforehand as I plan to fuck you bare. You or Sarah cannot discuss the arrangement with anyone,” he says.
“I think that’s unlikely considering I’m straight,” I mumble. Ethan shrugs like it’s not an issue. “Full sex, you say? Does that mean…” I let the words drift as I’m too horrified to ask the question while clenching my ass at the same time.
“I will be fucking you. All night. You will learn how to cum from just my cock in your ass, Leo. You’ll love it.”
I’m paralyzed. Ethan is so robotic at work, but talkingabout sex he’s so fucking dirty and descriptive. I genuinely have nothing to say. Luckily, Ethan is so unbothered, he continues to talk.
“So, do you want to take the contract away and discuss it with your own lawyer and Sarah?” he asks.
“Fuck no, I don’t want anyone finding out about this. I’d die of embarrassment taking this to a lawyer. But I do think I should talk to Sarah, read it over together,” I say.
He nods slowly and we remain seated, it’s like time has paused as we just stare at each other. The connection between us is like we are having a telepathic conversation, I can read how much he wants this from the hard determined look on his face. His hands clasped on top of his desk so tightly, as if it’s taking all his energy not to have me right now. I know he can read the confusion and wariness on my face, but I think he can also pick up on the slight hint of curiosity as all I can think about is what it will feel like to be touched like that. Intimately. Not just by a man in general, but by him. The office becomes stifling, all I can hear is our breathing that has shifted from the human need for air to labored breaths of want and a shitload of sexual tension. I need to get out of here before he brainwashes me further, as that’s what this feels like. Forcing myself to stand takes so much energy, and I shake under the weight of my hands pushing myself up from the chair. Yep, I need to get out of here.
“I’ll be in touch,” is the only thing I can think of saying. Do I shake his hand? What’s the etiquette in this situation?
“Remember, Leo. Seven days to decide before theoffer is retracted,” he says, rising to his feet as he moves around the desk. For a moment I think he is going to approach me, but he walks past me, opening the door and waiting for me to leave.
With a simple nod I quickly rush out of the office and head towards the elevator. I need air. I’m relieved he hasn’t followed me as I couldn’t cope with him in my space. As the elevator doors close, taking me back down to the entrance, I let out the breath I have been holding on to. Now I need to work out how I move this forward with Sarah, ignoring the new gut feeling that this will change my life and not necessarily for the better.
