Page 6 of Sex, Blood, and Real Estate

“Now you have my number.” Sam told him with a satisfied smile. Wyatt checked the message and laughed. The message asked if he was free this evening and would he like dinner and a tour of the winery at Old Mission Peninsula.

“What time?”

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“I’ll give you my address." Wyatt was blown away by how fast this was moving, but he just could not get off this ride right now. He had to see where it went.

Sam drove Wyatt back to work and dropped him out front with the promise of seeing him at seven. He was surprised that Wyatt agreed to go out with him considering how indecisive he was throughout lunch. But he also accepted that the pull present between them helped to bring about Wyatt’s tentative agreement. Wyatt was concerned but also curious.

Wyatt’s father and workmates have really done a number on his confidence and self-worth. Sam was utterly shocked to see the son, whom Grey speaks of so proudly, seated in a grim little cubicle and being treated like trash. The only positive was that he was done taking it and was looking for other employment.

"I'm bringing someone home tonight I will be giving them a tour of the winery and we will have dinner in my room." He made the call to security so they would be prepared for an uninitiated human to be present on coven grounds. His next call was to Uncle Emmanuel to let him know that he had found his beloved.

"Wyatt Grey, that's wonderful, Sam. I am so happy for you." He told him.

“His father is a bit of a challenge, but I don’t believe they are close.”

"Holden Grey is not the most honest or ethical, but there are a lot worse, and all I can say is to be careful. You don't really know their relationship yet, and your beloved might not appreciate your dismissive attitude. Humans are tricky they can attack someone but then turn around and fight to the death to defend them when someone else attacks them." Sam understood, and although he held little regard for Holden Grey, he would try not to let it show until he was clear regarding their relationship.

“It will be difficult. Wyatt is not treated well in that company even though his father owns it.”

"He's still his father, so I'm just advising you to be careful with your words."

“Yes, I will.”

“Bring him around tonight, I’d like to meet him. Taylor and I will be in the wine cellar.”

“I’ll see you there.” Sam was feeling a little giddy and a sense of excitement so fresh and new was coursing through him and making him lightheaded and energized. He headed back to work but couldn’t seem to keep his mind on anything. Wyatt was filling his heart and his mind with thoughts of the future and visions of the fullness of family.

“Marc,” He put in a call to his assistant. “Get me everything you can on Wyatt Grey as soon as possible.” He had checked social media but found very little so put Marc on the job. Sam wanted some background and insight to use as he pursued the Fated love of his life. That thought put a big smile on his face and he couldn’t wait to see him again.

He then had another thought and sent a message to Marc. “Send me a list of all our current job openings.”

“All of them?” He clarified.

“All of them.”

“Are we looking at a new hire?” He teased.

“I’m looking very closely at a new hire.” Sam shot back.

Wyatt walked in, ignoring everyone, took his seat, and got back to work while disregarding all the stares in his direction. It was none of their business and he was going to stick with that. No one actually said anything to him until Griffen came barreling into the room and started breathing down his neck.

“What the fuck was that?” He stated softly near Wyatt's ear in an exaggerated tone. "No way in hell he just wanted to take you to lunch. He's a solid ten, and you're a three at best." He snarled his insult. Griffen was about thirty pounds overweight and balding, so his attacks on Wyatt's looks never landed.

"Personal and not your concern." Wyatt answered and kept his eyes on his monitor, not giving Griffen the attention he was seeking.

"You're going to fuck this up. You're going to take my hours of hard work and just fuck it up like you always do. No wonder your dad has you in the pool and refuses to let you be a part of anything the least bit important or complicated. You're a fuck up, Wyatt." Wyatt did not respond, and Griffen continued to breathe down his neck, trying for intimidation but failing.

"Your dad is going to bust you down to the mailroom for this pretty boy." Those were his parting words and Wyatt was glad that he was finally leaving and took a deep breath and exhaled letting out the pent up anger. He desperately wanted to take a chunk out Griffen to knock him back and fill him with doubts and insecurities. It was a dream that would never be since his father doted on Griffen and considered him his right hand man.

It was near five o’clock when his father came to his cubicle and placed a firm hand on his shoulder as Wyatt was shutting down his equipment and preparing to leave. The presence of Holden Grey had everyone in the area tensing up and avoiding eye contact. He wasn’t a bad boss it’s just you never knew what his mood would be, and it was better to remain silent unless spoken to.

“You had lunch with Samuel Cabot.” Was it a question, was it a statement, Wyatt wasn’t sure.

“Yes.”

“Did you discuss our business with him?”

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