“Jason,” Paolo warned. “Why don’t we change the topic to something we can all contribute to?”
“That’s boring. I should have stayed in bed with Hercules.”
“His name was not Hercules,” said Charlie.
“That was his profile name. We didn’t really speak much.”
“Right, moving on,” interjected Paolo. “Langdon, what’s new with you?”
“Well . . .”
“Ooh wait,” shouted Jason. “I’ve got something for you.” He gestured towards Charlie.
“Do I want to hear this?”
“I ran into your hot daddy last night.”And my own hot daddy as well, hopefully!
“Sebastian?”
“Yeah. He was looking for you in Mickey’s. Did you know he had a friend who actually is a hot daddy? I’m not joking, anactualdaddy. He called me a brat.”
They all burst out laughing.
“Not like you to get knocked back,” said Langdon with a smirk – the fucker!
“I didn’t get knocked back. His husband just died, though, so he said he wasn’t up for fucking me just yet. Shame, as it would have been so hot.”
The thought of Patrick owning him, calling him boy as he ploughed him... He knew in his mind that Patrick would be one of those people where it wouldn’t matter how big his cock was, he would know just what he was doing with it. In Jason’s head, he knew Patrick had a big cock. He had a feeling he’d be playing with more girth than length, and that was his favourite. That stretch when you were being split open... there was nothing like it.
“Jason. Focus. What did Sebastian want?”
At that precise moment, KC appeared with their food. Jason had sent KC a text to say he wasn’t far away so she could get his food ready at the same time. The last thing he wanted was to make his friends wait for him. He hated to disappoint them, and how irritated he made them. He didn’t mean to, but he had to put on enough of a mask at work. At least with them, he didn’t doubt they loved him.
“Jason, what did Sebastian want?”
Oh, yes. That was right. This was about Charlie, and not Jason.
“He wants you to call him. He gave me his number for you.”
Monday morning brought the usual deluge of emails, which had come in over the weekend. The company had offices all over the world, so when he logged off on Friday, the US was still awake, and by the time Monday came, Australia had already had theirs, and the Middle East worked Sunday instead of Friday. So there were over a hundred unread emails in his inbox. He had a feeling it was going to be one of those days.
JenSure was a global specialty insurer, which insured businesses rather than people’s homes, cars, lives, or pets. They did everything else, and the company had five thousand employees. Jason was the global head of HR, so he looked after the operational side of HR and all the business partners. In short, all the crap nobody else wanted to do, but he loved it. From a young age, he knew he wanted to work in HR, but he’d taken a business and finance degree. He knew that if he wanted to be successful in this role, he had to understand how business worked. Once he’d graduated, he’d gone to night school to do a Masters in HR. He was the only one of his brothers who had a secondary degree, although Gregory could get one with his eyes closed if he wanted. They were the only two who’d gotten first class degrees. Jason knew he was clever, but his problem was focussing on something. Thankfully, he’d always studied subjects he found interesting, which made things easier. He’d hated the school subjects he was forced to take, but his parents hadn’t cared about his education, so he’d done enough to get into college, and then smashed his A-levels because he took subjects he enjoyed.
“Coffee?” asked Dexter.
He was the head of talent acquisition and was on the leadership team with Jason. They were both early birds, but for different reasons. Recruitment people were always notoriously early, but Jason had to get into the office first to ensure he got his desk. After hybrid working came in, everyone had moved to hot desking, but if Jason was seated at a different desk, he wouldn’t be able to concentrate all day. It would feel like his skin was trying to crawl off his body, and he’d barely be able to get anything done. But if he was in his seat, he would smash through all his tasks, so Jason had been in the office for fifteen minutes before Dexter arrived, and had already halved his emails.
Dexter was a handsome guy. Jason thought gingers were always hot as fuck, and they always had one thing in common– girth! He snorted at his thought.
“What’s funny?” asked Dexter.
“Intrusive thoughts.”
“I won’t ask... well, not until after we’ve had coffee.”
They made their way downstairs in the lift. There was a coffee shop on the ground floor of their building and they were on the twentieth floor. This was their ritual on a Monday morning. Many people worked at home on a Monday, but Jason would often come in to the office; it got one of his three days out of the way. That was the minimum requirement. One of those decisions made by executives who did not know the impact it would have on the ground. Going up from two days to three days had been a one-bullet action in an exec paper, but had caused months of headaches. Things were settled now, but to be fair, Jason had loved the project because it challenged him.
“Any hot dates over the weekend?” asked Jason.
