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“Yeah, that would be great. I’m not sure he’ll be very happy with the turn of events. I’ll see you later.” Walking out, I head down to the parking lot and climb into my truck before heading downtown to meet a man who makes me nervous without cause.

Fuck!! This is so not how it’s supposed to be! Shit, shit, shit. I scan around and agree with Troy: this is a dump. I look at Boss, sitting happily by my feet. “This is all your fault. Why couldn’t you have been a lap dog?” I look at his scruffy, grey fur and rub his head, giving his ear a pull.

Taking a long draft from my water bottle, I wait for the man who has starred in my dreams and fantasies. I think that is why I pushed on through the states to get here quick, but I was planning on a decent hotel and a good night’s sleep before meeting my prospective employers. My research on De’ath of You Enterprise has shown an incredibly successful company, owned by the three men I will be meeting. They are the driving force behind one of the most up and coming businesses in the country, moving from a mere chain of gymnasiums, to being owners of spa hotels, restaurants and fashion labels. They really have the Midas touch on everything they set their minds to, making me very nervous. I know I’m the best new talent in my profession and to be picked out as someone they want to work with is scary as shit!

My throat suddenly constricts as I try to gulp in a breath when I see a truck equal to mine pull into the motel parking lot. Okay, here we go. I peer down at my dog and he grins, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth. “Behave, Boss-man, we need this gig.”

I watch Troy Ballantyne climb out of his truck, his long legs encased in dark, well-fitting jeans, no doubt from his own line. As he turns to close the door I see him looking over at me; fuck me, his fitted, button down, black shirt emphasizes his tanned skin and platinum-colored hair. His eyes narrow slightly as he scrutinizes me and I see him move down to look at Boss. Wearing a lopsided smile, that gets my heart racing and my dick pulsing, he closes the gap. I see exactly how fucking perfect he is.

“No wonder they wouldn’t let you in, he’s quite a beast.” Troy smiles fully now and holds out his hand, “Troy Ballantyne, here to rescue you from a fate worse than death.”

“Hi, Raff McMahon; it’s great to meet you. And yes, thank you for this. Even the dog didn’t want to step into the room,” I laugh, keeping the conversation light, but, as my hand touches his, a jolt of electricity travels up my arm and makes me gasp. I watch as his eyes widen, his pupils dilating, and know he felt it too.

“Okay, let’s go then. You just going to follow me?” Troy asks, his eyes still fixed on me, checking me out.

“Yep, let me get Boss in my truck and I’m good to go.” With a nod, Troy turns his back on me and strolls back to his truck.

We pull out of the car lot and I keep behind him, but then a thought crosses my mind—where are we going? Following him for another fifteen or so minutes, we leave the city and start heading out into more suburban areas and he keeps leading me further out. As we start going up a hill, I see Troy’s blinker come on to take a left; I copy and trail him onto a long, private driveway, edged with large trees and flowering bushes. He must have a remote for this garage because I watch the shutter rise and WOW! I catch glimpses of some seriously expensive, foreign cars. Shit, is this his home? What the fuck are we doing here? Christ, the thought of being alone with Mr. Sex-on-fucking-legs does my head in.

Coming to a stop on the driveway, near the garage, I switch the engine off. As I climb out, I take in the house. It’s fucking massive! Very Art Deco in its styling: the huge windows are made up of small panes of glass, the curvature of the corners, and the white painted walls make this an amazing building. I would love to have a home like this one day. My eyes sweep over to Troy who is scrutinizing me. I can’t quite get a read on him but, after less than a handful of phone conversations and one less-than-two-minute meeting, there is no reason why or how I can understand his thinking.

But, and it feels like a big but—I can’t even raise a smile over that— I do feel there is a connection between us. Maybe that’s simply three nights of stroking myself to climax at the thought of his voice and his images from the internet. But my body sings after that one touch, so many minutes before.

A whine behind me jolts me back to the present as my dog tries to escape the car.

“I think your dog needs out?” Troy’s voice is full of humor and his smile spreads across his face.

Shit, Boss! I look at the dog to find he’s got his head and front legs hanging out of the window. There’s no way I can help the huge bark of laughter bursting from me. But I stop as my stomach clenches when Troy’s laughter hits me. This guy is gonna kill me. My dick throbs in my pants as it starts to swell.

“Okay, Boss-man, let me get you out of there.” I watch as the dog scrabbles backwards, no doubt wrecking my leather seats even more. When I open the door, he sits patiently until I give him the signal to get out. He jumps down gracefully and shakes his fur out once he’s standing.

“That’s a well-behaved animal you’ve got there, Raff.” Troy walks up to us and reaches his hand out to let the dog sniff him.

“It’s a lot of dog to be out of control.” I reply.

Troy nods and then gestures for me to go forward, into the garage. “Let’s get indoors, do you want to grab your bags? I’m sure you’d like to freshen up.” His eyes roam over my body again.

“Are you politely telling me I stink?” I jest as a blush spreads over his cheeks. Damn, can this guy get any hotter?

“Shit, no! Sorry. I just thought, after being stuck driving for hours, you’d want to.” Troy reddens as he stumbles over his words.

“I’m messing with you, man; I’d love to hit the shower. Show me the way.” This time it’s my turn to blush, “I… shit, I didn’t mean…” Fuck, it sounded like I wanted to shower with him, which, of course, I do, but I think it’s a tad early for that.

“It’s cool, c’mon.” Troy leads the way as I turn to grab my bag, and the one for the dog, before following him inside.

“Nice place, Troy. Have you lived here long?” I know the answer but I’m curious to see how much he will give away.

“Yeah, about five or six years now. It’s too big for me on my own now, since Nico and Ryan moved to their own place.” I watch his eyes dull and his countenance pale; I wonder if he’s thinking back to his time here with his lover?

I feel like an ass for making him remember an obviously painful time in his life, but he interrupts my musing.

“You can have Nico’s rooms; they are on the opposite side of the house to mine, so I’ll show you there.” He guides me through a stunning kitchen and into the wide, open, and brightly lit hallway. I can see half a dozen rooms surrounding the foyer as we cross to the broad staircase. I grew up with money that was garishly and ostentatiously shown off. But this is elegant and subtle, much more welcoming. I like it here and, as we reach the top of the staircase, I look around the spacious mezzanine landing.

“Here’re your rooms.” Troy opens the door to a large bedroom, the light coming in from two windows in the front and side walls. Walking further through, I can see a large bathroom that makes me desperate to hit the shower.

“This is amazing, are you sure I’m okay to be in here?” My eyes continue to scan the room and I see a walk-in closet and what seems to be a dressing room. There are photographs and pictures dotted around, on the walls and surfaces. “It looks like they still use it?”

“It’s good; Ryan offered, I promise.” Troy smiles and my heart pounds harder in my chest. “I’ll let you get settled, what do you want to do about your dog? Will he stay in here with you? I can take him to the back yard if you’d like?”

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