Page 50 of Call Me Sir

Sal stands at the front and looks around the room. The dark framed glasses make him look older than he is, in a good way. It adds to his air of sophistication.

I freeze when his gaze lands on me, but it flits away quickly.

“I want to thank you all for doing such a fantastic job with your clients. I’ve purchased gas cards for everyone as well as two extra days of PTO.”

Smiles beam around the room. Those really are generous gifts.

“We’ve got a couple of big projects coming up so if there’s anyone who is wrapping up things now and will be available at the beginning of next month, please stop in my office tomorrow and let me know if you’re free. Have a good night.”

Sal nods to everyone with a tight lipped smile, then leaves the room, my gaze following him and resting on the empty space for too long.

Quick and to the point. That’s his MO when it comes to office business.

Completely unlike how he is when he’s touching my body… I cut my thoughts short.

“Dude, this is so cool!” Anthony reaches across the table to grab one of the gift cards from the neat rows of them. “I can take my lady on a nice little get away with those extra days off.”

I nod and smile for him. While I feel empty inside, I don’t want him to think something is off. “I can help you plan it.”

“You got it buddy,” he says with a smile.

I grab the last card available and go back to my desk and wrap up the work day.

Fourteen

Sal

Excruciating. Yesterday and today have been more agonizing than I anticipated. My body is craving Cole. Not just my dick begging to penetrate his tight ass, but my arms twitch with the desire to hold him. What I wouldn’t give to press my lips to his neck and kiss his skin tenderly, breathing slowly into his ear…

It’s hard work to stop these thoughts.

I barely sleep.

Every chance I get in the office, I walk from my office to the bathroom or to the water fountain, and sneak a peek through the window blinds. From what I can tell, he’s spent his days working hard. When interacting with his best friend, there’s no glimmer or mischief in his eyes.

I hate how badly my body is craving him. He walks around in those black athletic joggers that hug his ass so perfectly.

Not that I was overly comfortable before but being in the conference room with him yesterday, I felt like I was holding my breath.

Concentrating on the job on my desk, I tell myself I’ll interact with him soon, the only way we’re allowed to.

The phone on my desk starts ringing and it startles me.

Jesus, I’m never this jumpy.

Clearing my throat, I answer the phone, ready to clear my mind from all thoughts of him.

“Good afternoon, Sealine Voyages, how can I help you?”

“Salvatore, is that you?”

Instantly my mouth goes dry as my brain recognizes the voice.

“How did you get this number?”

The anger I expect to bite his tone isn’t there. “Is that any way to greet your father?”

I’m ready to chew him out, or hang up. Instead, I seethe in silence.

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