Doesn’t matter if he’s not cheating on his girlfriend. If he might even be a decent guy. I’m his agent, and he’s my client.
And I’m straight, for fuck’s sake.
The last few weeks, I’ve tried looking at videos of men, solo and together. Some of the porn was a little uncomfortable, confronting maybe, but I feel that way about straight porn, too.
I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t particularly like it, either. Some of the videos where the guys wrestled around together even got me a little hard, but when I closed to my eyes to jerk off, my imagination went right back to Orlando.
What the fuck does that mean?
I let out a slow breath, pushing the thoughts aside.
Orlando is waiting outside my office, and he’s cleaned up for our meeting. His blue suit fits him nicely, stylish but not flashy, and his shoes are shined. He manages a smile that looks easy.
“Afternoon,” he says, offering his hand.
I rise to full height and clasp his hand, meeting his grip with a stronger one. “Onassis,” I say and gesture into my office.
He is striking. This entire situation would be easier if his features weren’t distracting.
Remembering what I need to say and not trusting him to be discreet, I pull the door shut before taking a seat behind my desk. As Orlando sits across from me, I lean forward, inhabiting the power of my office.
“Before we start, I need to clarify,” I say, holding his eye. “What happened when we met is going to stay in the past. Our relationship will remain strictly professional going forward. I offer you my discretion in exchange for yours. Neither of us needs this impacting our public image.”
Orlando looks surprised. I cross my arms over my chest and wait for him to answer.
“Okay,” he says, but seems skeptical. “Except if we’re both going to be discreet, why can’t it happen again?”
My jaw tics.
In the elevator, he shot his mouth off at me, but there was some truth to what he said. I have probably been putting my own discomfort on him, the discomfort that swirls in my gut right now.
But it impressed me that he stood up for himself, even though I’m not used to athletes lecturing me.
My dick rises up now, and the part of me that’s starting to appreciate Orlando demands my attention, too.
Just as quickly, I manage to steel myself.
“It can’t happen again,” I say evenly, “because you’re my client. It’s unethical. And it can’t happen because the scandal would derail both of our careers. It can’t happen because we are two famous heterosexual athletes, Orlando. And it can’t happen for a million more goddamn reasons than that.”
Orlando licks his bottom lip, not relenting. “Okay. But again, if no one else knows, why does any of that matter?”
My erection is painfully cramped in my trousers, and on top of everything else, I have to fight the urge to adjust myself.
He wants to hook up again. He’s asking for it.
Lust lunges inside of me, demanding I pull him on the desk and have my way with him.
I tighten my hand into a fist instead. “Listen—”
“Fine!” Orlando says, holding his hands up as he interrupts me. “I get it. But looking at me the way you’re looking at me right now doesn’t make it easy.”
I clamp my mouth shut, stare at him, and then talk again. “I’m not looking at you any way.”
How the fuck am I looking at him?
Orlando must enjoy getting a rise out of me. He’s not trying to hide his smile.
“Cool,” he says. “But for the record, I think we’d do a fantastic job hiding a secret fling. You, especially.” He pops his eyebrows up. “Forbidden fun. Makes me horny.” Before I can react, he nods at the papers on my desk. “We’re here to talk about the contracts. Shouldn’t we get started?”
