Page 4 of Sex, Blood, and Real Estate

Sam picked up the scarf and pressed it to his face, taking a deep breath and drawing in all the power that was contained in that rich, potent smell. He drew back, stared at the softness of the scarf, and smiled. He turned and looked at Marc with a subtle yet enthusiastic smile. Marc's eyes widened in shock, and then he shook his head.

“Wyatt Grey?” He croaked.

“It would seem so.” He chuckled, not able to keep the surprise and the joy he was feeling inside. “I’ll return the scarf.” He said and quickly left the room. The offices of Holden Grey were not far from the Cabot building.

Sam entered the main doors and took another deep breath of the scent on the scarf so scintillating and alluring it brought a burning desire to meet the owner. It was a desire so deep that nothing was going to stop him from finding Wyatt Grey.

"May I help you?" The receptionist asked as he approached her desk.

“I’d like to see Mr. Wyatt Grey.” He asked formally.

“Do you have an appointment?”

"No, ma'am, but I would appreciate it if you would check to see if he might be free to meet with me." Sam's stomach was tied into knots as he waited for the young woman to make her calls. He wasn't surprised when Griffen Humbolt met him at the front desk. The guy was pushy, which was obvious during their previous meeting.

“May I be of assistance Mr. Cabot?” He began. “Wyatt is with a client at present, but I’d be happy to help you.”

Sam recognized the lie and wondered as to the motive. “No, I’m sorry but I need to see Wyatt.” A flash of panic crossed the man’s countenance for a split second and then it was gone, and the smile returned.

“Yes, of course.” He stuttered a bit and turned to the receptionist. “Margorie, would you take Mr. Cabot to Wyatt’s desk please?”

"Yes, sir." She answered, stood, and waited for Sam to follow. Sam wasn't sure why he said desk and not office. Surely, the son of the CEO had an office. That question was answered immediately as he was led into a room packed full of cubicles and people. The son Holden bragged about non-stop was relegated to a cubicle; it didn't make sense.

Sam could scent his powerful presence in the room, and he could barely suppress the rising excitement. This would be the moment he’d remember for the rest of his life. Just as his uncle remembered meeting Taylor in the vineyard, he would look back at meeting his Wyatt for the first time.

He recognized him immediately, even from the back, as he was hunched over his computer working while simultaneously handling a phone call. Sam felt his heartbeat sync with the sounds in the room and the pound of his footfalls as he approached.

Marjorie came up behind Wyatt and spoke, and it was then that Wyatt ended his call and turned in his seat to greet her. "Mr. Cabot is here to see you." That statement had the man immediately jumping to his feet. Sam couldn't tell if it was caused by interest or upset.

"Me?" He asked, and she nodded and glanced back over her shoulder, letting Wyatt follow the direction of her gaze. It was then that their eyes met, and the universe exploded.

CHAPTER THREE

Sam was overwhelmed by the beauty that stood before him and all he could do was stare for the first few seconds, taking in everything about him. Wyatt was about five foot eight inches which was perfect for Sam’s six-foot four frame. He was thin but not skinny with light brown hair and eyes that were scorching so blue and held such depth they touched Sam in the deepest regions of his heart.

He hesitated for a moment upon seeing Sam and seemed to be assessing him as well, and by the look on his face, he was not disappointed. Sam stepped forward and reached out his hand, eager to connect physically with his beloved. His uncle's words from last night were now ringing in his ears, and everything he told him was absolutely true.

The moment he took Wyatt's hand in his hand, he knew that he would never let him go. The contact was electrifying, and Sam held on for longer than usual, but Wyatt didn't seem to mind, for his grip was not lessening.

"Pleased to meet you, sir. What can I do for you?" He was a bit confused by the call-out, but he was handling himself well. Sam could see Humbolt off to the side, observing the scene and listening.

"Can we go somewhere and talk?" He said it at first and then changed that request as he needed to get Wyatt out of the office atmosphere. He wanted him to relax and talk, but that wasn't going to happen here, as he noticed all ears were on their conversation. "Rather, let me take you to lunch."

“Okay.” Wyatt glanced around nervously and then grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair.

“You left this in Marc’s office.” Sam placed the scarf around Wyatt’s neck.

“Thank you.”

"Of course, now come, I'll drive." Sam reached out and took Wyatt by the arm to keep him from slowing down under the pressure of the stares in that room and possibly changing his mind. There was a strange dynamic going on at Holden Grey's company, and it would appear that Wyatt was far from the top of the pecking order.

Wyatt had recently returned from the Cabot building and was still recuperating from the debriefing he received from Griffen. If he was that upset about what he might say or do, why did he give him the job?

He could have sent anyone to drop off that paperwork. He gave it to Wyatt as a way to insult him and let him know that in his father's eyes, Wyatt was no better than an errand boy. Griffen didn't have to come up with schemes to drive that reality home because Wyatt was already fully aware of his father's opinion.

He'd been working at his desk on a nothing project just to keep busy and out of the way of Griffen when that gorgeous, model-perfect man showed up and asked him out to lunch. He'd never met Samuel Cabot, although he'd seen a picture that did him no justice whatsoever. He was tall and built with jet black, perfectly styled hair and dark mysterious eyes. His look was handsome and lethal. He was a man not to be taken lightly.

The fact that Samuel Cabot wanted to speak with him privately filled him with trepidation since he’d had nothing really to do with the proposed sale and purchase apart from dropping off paperwork. He followed him out to his car a very stylish sports car and soon they were on their way. Wyatt stole a few glances over at Mr. Cabot appreciating the fine cut of his clothing and the attention to detail apparent in his accessories.

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