Page 18 of Call Me Sir

Right then and there I chug my drink and decide to get plastered before calling a ride home. I can sulk, eat an entire bag of doritos and watch porn.

“Hey, where are you going? What are you doing?” He asks after I’ve got some of my drink drizzling down my cheek. “My God.”

He says it so straight face that I can’t help but laugh.

A hand clamps down on my shoulder and it makes me jump and stumble into my boss.

“Woah, Cole, chill buddy.”

Danny’s voice gets closer as he swivels me away from my boss and into him.

“Hey,” I say casually, the buzzing in my brain easing the nerves in my body. “What are you doing here?”

Danny’s laugh is boisterous.

He slings his arm around me. “Let’s get you off this slick looking dude and onto me.”

Laughter bubbles from me. “This slick dude is my boss.”

Sal straightens.

Danny nods. “Sir.”

Sal nods back but all the warmth is drained from his features. He resembles a stoic statue.

“Let’s get you home and out of those clothes.”

I lean into his touch. For some reason, I get the sense that this is how my boss wants it. Why else would he ask all those questions about Danny?

“Actually, Cole promised me a date tonight.”

Danny’s enthusiasm wavers. “Oh did he?”

“Yeah let’s go dancing,” I joke.

“I thought we were going to dinner and a show?”

Whatever is happening is no longer amusing to Danny. “Did you bitch to him that I’m not wining and dining you?”

I shake my head.

“Tell this dude to leave us alone,” Danny barks.

My shoulders tense and I’m frozen in place. None of this was supposed to be serious. Danny is my fuck buddy, he’s made it perfectly clear he doesn’t want to be more and there’s nothing wrong with that.

And my boss? I don’t know what the hell that was. Except that I want more. Need more. My dick twitches at the thought of it.

My silence is enough for Danny. “Whatever. I’m out of here.” He tears his arm away and a chill replaces the heat I had enveloped around me just a moment before. “I didn’t sign up for this.”

That’s not wrong.

As he stomps out of the bar, I slouch against the back of the chair I was previously in.

“Tell me what you want.”

I swivel my head to glare at my boss then say, “Salvatore, that’s a fancy name.”

It’s the first time his commanding power hasn’t forced me to answer. I shimmy back onto my chair. I’d be fuming but my head is swarming a bit too much. I just lost my hot day time sex. Now I’m just some regular dude who works a 9-5.

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