Page 50 of My Dear Mr. Corporate

CHAPTER 23

Tate

My cell phone rang for the third time but I ignored it as I went through the different tenders for the shelter the company should have had built, at least a year ago. Having no one to run the Foundation yet, I was swamped juggling it as a pet project even while I tried to redeem the reputation of our company. Uncle Simon hadn’t been the only one who had resigned. I hadn’t been surprised when two employees from Accounts, including the Chief Financial Officer, handed in their resignations overnight. Without prior word from either, I had arrived at work this morning with their letters on my desk and their own desks cleared.

Swamped with work didn’t begin to describe the mood at work. All morning I had worked on job announcements on our website and in the local paper so we could fill the vacancies. I badly needed a Personal Assistant to take some of the pressure off. I had called a temp agency this morning and they promised to send over someone tomorrow. In the meantime, I was on my own today.

I admitted to the hand I had played in the demise of the company. I should have at least kept tabs on what was going on, but I never wanted to know what was happening with the outside world. I’d been burned by the corporate community and the media at the time of Kathleen and Rachel’s death. Rachel’s sister had started the propaganda that her sister, discovering that I was gay, had left the house upset which had caused her misjudgment in running the red light. The focus had been shifted from their deaths to my closeted bisexuality. I was surprised no one had brought up my return in the papers. I guessed old news really died after a while. The media had helped to wreck my life and then ignored me after sullying my reputation. Not that I would have wanted them to bring back up the stories of old.

The phone on my desk rang and I reached for it because I was expecting a phone call from one of the independent contractors I had worked with before on community projects.

“Tate Rosenbaum,” I barked into the phone a little more sharply than I intended.

“Tate, it’s me,” came the small uncertain voice.

“Bry?” What was he doing calling the office number?

“Sorry for tying up your line,” he replied. “I tried calling your cell several times, but you didn’t answer.”

“I got caught up with work,” I explained.

“Oh, I’ll let you get back to it then.”

I closed my eyes. “Why did you call, Bryan?”

“Nothing really. Just wanted you to know I may be late getting home tonight. One of our waitresses called in sick and if we have a crowd I may have to pull some of the weight.”

I frowned. I really hated that fucking job of his. After a long day here at the office, I wanted him home when I got there. To say that out loud would have just annoyed him more than he was already still annoyed with me over the whole Gio affair, so I kept my mouth shut.

“Alright. Call me when you leave as usual.”

“Okay. Try not to bring work home, okay? I’ve something special planned for you.” He gave a nervous laugh. “I even stopped by that Itsy Bits store and got something new for tonight. I think you’ll like it.”

My crotch tightened as an image of fucking Bryan with his thong to the side while he wore stockings and heels imprinted itself on my mind. Ever since being to that opening night party and seeing those live mannequins I had the urge to see Bryan in different sexy lingerie. I was pleased he wasn’t put off by my developing fetish.

“If it’s anything like last time I know I’ll like it,” I told him. “I like seeing your ass in a thong. Do you think you could wear heels?”

He chuckled. “That would take getting used to but pretty sure I know the perfect person to show me. I had lunch with Jeremy from the store today.”

If not for the fact that I knew he loved me I would have been jealous of him hanging around the other man. He wasn’t Bryan’s type though. They were too much alike and more likely to be just friends. Bryan needed a dominant top who was still sensitive to his needs. I liked thinking I fit his needs to a T.

“Doesn’t have to be tonight,” I told him. “Some other time. You know what else I’d love seeing you in?”

“Hmm. Tell me.”

“Those tiny booty shorts,” I answered. The mental picture was enough to make me hard. Bryan had a nice round ass that was damn near porcelain perfection.

“Ooo that can be arranged,” he agreed. “I’ll stop by the store again over the weekend. We could go together then you can pick out whatever you like.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Okay, great.” He hesitated a bit, not saying anything but not wanting to end the conversation either.

“Is something wrong?”

“I guess not,” he answered. “There’s this creepy woman I ran into today. I’m almost sure I saw her when I had that confrontation at the cemetery with Gio. She didn’t seem to like him.”

I frowned. “I’m sure it’s nothing but all the same, call me tonight when you leave work. I’ll be waiting up for you.”

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