Page 12 of Call Me Sir

I should turn myself into HR.

Instead, I take a deep breath, wait for my vision to normalize, then walk to my desk and sit down.

Working always makes me feel better.

That’s not true.

It distracts me anyway.

I’m ready to sink into my chair and work when a thought occurs to me.

This is all because of him.

That rich kid millionaire showing off him and his adorable little boyfriend. Ace and Oliver, the hit couple of Bayfront California.

What I wouldn’t give to be in my twenties again. Apparently being gay is cool now.

High school was hell. Growing up with a rich gala father was terrible. So many lovely ladies I pretended to like just so I seemed normal. So I wouldn’t let him down.

And when I’d had enough? My dad cut me off and said he’d never love a gay son.

Having him cut me out of his life wasn’t the worst thing. The worst thing was seeing him give a standing ovation for the “it” couple of the year.

Apparently he supports gay couples now. But have I heard from him since? Nope.

I don’t need him or his money anyways.

Normally, I would find comfort in knowing I have a great job and great reputation here in the workforce. But I’ve compromised all that today by jacking off my underling.

I rub my temples.

I can’t sit still. I find myself leaving my office and doing a walk through of “Cube land” as some people call it. I make it to the back with several workers offering a quick ‘hi’ while hurrying back to what they were doing, or finding something to do to look busy.

Anthony waves and I give him a slight head nod. Behind him, the desk is empty. Cole isn’t back yet. It shouldn’t bother me, but it does. He’s not on the clock so he isn’t my problem.

Peeking out the window I see a red dodge tear into the parking lot. A bubbling sensation fills my gut and I charge back to my office with a renewed sense of purpose.

Am I willing to lose everything over a handy?

No.

I’ll corner him after the party tonight and tell him it was a one time mistake and apologize.

I glance at the window, but the blinds block my view of him.

It’s a good thing, I tell myself. I don’t think I can handle the risk of him looking my way.

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Cole

Danny drives like a mad man to race and get me my smoothie I insisted on. The one my boss told me to get.

Danny’s hair looks great blowing in the wind. It’s so sunny today and his tanned skin shimmers in the light. He looks damn good with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and white teeth shining as he smiles.

Yet, all I can think of is how my boss barely touched me and I came undone so quickly. Those dark eyes and commanding voice controlled me.

My breath hitches when my imagination pictures him doing a lot more than giving me a hand job.

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