Page 15 of Embriagado

SANTIAGO

The rest of the day couldn’t have moved slower, but finally done with my shift, it was time for my treat, which came in the form of a spoiled kitten. Walking down the hall, I whistled, fucking pumped I’d soon be alone with the boss. Reaching his office, I noticed the mirror hung on the wall in front of it and stopped. Remembering what Imani told me about Ariyan and how he cared for appearances, I fixed myself up. After all, I needed to make a good impression on that sexy man. Tucking my shirt into my pants, I then smoothed a hand over the fabric. Who knew? He might praise me. And fuck, wouldn’t I want that?

Eager, I raised my fist to knock on the door, but before doing so, I moved it to my hair and let it down from the half bun it had been in all day. Somehow, I thought I looked better when it was loose.

Then, ready to see him, I knocked.

“Come in.” Ariyan’s voice came out from behind the door a moment later.

Quickly, I pushed the door open and slipped inside, closing it behind me.

“Mr. Rivas, I’m glad you’re here.” He rose from his chair. “How was your first day?” he asked, rounding the desk, so now we both stood on the same side of the room.

“It was good.” I rubbed the back of my neck, doing my best not to stare at him too much.

“I’m so glad to hear that.”

He smiled at me, making my pulse kick up a notch. Not wanting him to notice, I quickly looked around his office. To no surprise, it was also decorated in shades of white.

“You really like the color white, huh?” I said with a smirk.

“How so?”

I turned to see the frown on his face, which quickly made me worry I’d said the wrong thing.

“Oh, I didn’t mean⁠—”

“I’m just messing with you.” He smiled, running his fingers through his hair. “Obviously, I love it.”

“It suits you.”

“Does it?” He stepped closer to me, his eyes locked with mine the whole time.

I’d never seen such an eye color before, which looked like melted gold. It was intoxicating, almost like staring at the sun.

“It does,” I answered his question right as he stopped before me and closed his eyes.

“Mhmm, that peach smell again.”

He leaned in, and I could feel my pulse beating rapidly at my jugular.

“It’s so sweet—” He opened his eyes, and I was met with the sun. “—I might just take a bite.”

Heat rushed to my face, and dazzled, I stared at him.

“What?”

He flashed me a toothy grin. “Again, I’m just teasing.”

Teasing? How about giving me a fucking stroke.

“Although I do love peaches. They’re my favorite,” he said, turning around and walking back to the desk. As he did, my sole attention was on his perfect ass, which looked like a fine peach to me. Guess we were both on the same page on the subject.

“Mr. Rivas?” he said, glancing over his shoulder.

Realizing I was staring at his ass, I quickly looked up.

“Yeah?”