Page 8 of Corporate Bondage

The doorknob turned, the door pushed open and a familiar man entered. My interest doubled, and I leaned forward in my chair. Our eyes met, and the charge of electricity that surged through me took me by surprise. It had the same effect on him. He actually stopped just inside the door, hesitant, as though he wasn’t certain if he should come or go.

“Come on in,” I invited the man who I had watched at the strip club talking to the redheaded freckled youth. I had never thought about him since leaving the club that night, but here he was.

My reaction to him was strange, and because of that, I paid attention. I wasn’t usually attracted to men his size and age. He was too big and just a few years younger than me. I couldn’t take anything away from his attractiveness though. He had skin a pale olive which matched his Italian name and ringlets of curls that gave him a boyish charm. He had a five o’ clock shadow although it was barely noon and a body that rivaled mine. Fitted jeans showed off the muscled thighs and long legs. His casual cotton shirt had several top buttons undone, displaying curly black hair on his chest. Unlike Lindsay’s attempt to seduce me earlier which did nothing for me, I could feel my cock stirring at the sight of this guy.

“Mr. Eardley, thanks for seeing me.” He held out a hand to me, and I stood, willing my erection to behave. I grasped his hand which was almost my size. His handshake was just as strong. He was everything I didn’t look for in a partner, and yet, here was my traitorous body singing its mating call that his seemed to be responding to. “I know I should have made an appointment, and I tried, but no one picked up.”

I released his hand and returned to sitting, gesturing for him to take a seat across from me. “That’s my assistant for you. Hopefully, I’ll get a new one soon. I recently lost my assistant.”

The man nodded. “That would be Bryan Cummings.”

“Yeah, Bryan.” I didn’t say anything else, and silence reigned between us. I refused to ask the question he anticipated that I would. I hadn’t come to see him. He had stopped to see me so he should have led the conversation.

“Right, so as your PA said, I’m Gio Arcuri,” he stated, placing his hands on his hard thighs. I wondered how those thighs would feel locked about my waist. He looked like a man who could take a good pounding, but I doubted he would succumb easily. He would be an amazing power bottom if someone ever convinced him to be a bottom. I had the feeling he was a top in his current relationships.

“I’m sorry. What was that?” I asked when I became aware that he had been speaking, while I was busy getting distracted by his body.

“I said this is a little bit of an odd request, but I think we can work together for our mutual benefit.”

“Go on. I’m listening.” The only thing I could think of when he talked about mutual benefits was benefitting from barebacking him,

“Your ex is living with my best friend, Tate,” he answered.

My hackles rose at the mention of the man who had cost me my relationship. What the hell was his best friend doing sitting across from me?

“I’m not seeing where this is going.”

“I promise you’ll understand fully in a bit.” He cleared his throat. “Yesterday Tate told me all about your relationship with Bryan and that you meddled in their relationship to try and win Bryan back. I want to help you.”

I couldn’t quite hide my surprise at his offer. This had to be some sort of trick. Had Bryan set him up to this? What was the point? Did they think I was gullible enough to fall for this trick? I opened my mouth to tell him to get the fuck out of my office when the desperation in his eyes hit me. He hadn’t come here to help me. He had come wanting my help to break up Bryan and his best friend. I smiled as the truth became clear. He obviously wanted Tate for himself and didn’t want Bryan around. He needed my help to achieve that. The poor sap was in love with Tate.

What the fuck was it about that man why everyone was falling for him? It irked me in the worst way possible.

“Let’s come clean here,” I told him. “You want my help to break up Bryan and Tate, so you can have a shot with Tate. Am I right?”

A blush stained his cheeks, but at least he didn’t look away. “I want your help to break up Bryan and Tate, so we can have a shot at the person we really want to be with.”

I found it amusing the way he converted all the pronouns referring to him to ones that included me. I decided to have some fun with this.

“I’m sorry, sugar but I’ve moved on. I’ve no interest in getting Bryan back in my bed.”

A look of confusion replaced the confident look he had about him earlier. “But you basically kidnapped him away from Tate!”

I shrugged. “I like to have the upper hand. He’s Rosenbaum’s whore now. I want nothing to do with him.” Saying it felt partly true, but I didn't know if I only felt that way in the heat of the moment or if I was getting over Bryan. I would in no way allow Gio, however, to think we were equal in this ploy of his. If I were going to help him, I wanted to have the upper hand. I also doubted I’d ever get back Bryan. Should his relationship with Tate end, he wouldn't come running back into my arms. There had been too much hurt between us.

“Shit!” Gio exclaimed, then jumped to his feet. His face had gone pale. “Apparently, I hadn’t thought this through. I thought- it doesn’t matter now what I thought. Sorry for bothering you.”

I watched him as he headed for the door, my gaze zeroed in on his round ass. Fuck, yes. He had an ass made for paddling. My fingers printed out on his ass made a nice imagery in my mind.

“I’ll help you.”

At my words, he released the doorknob and turned to me. “You will? But you just said you didn’t want back Bryan. What’s in it for you?”

I didn’t answer. I allowed my eyes to do the talking by stripping him bare. When I glanced back at him, the flush had returned to his skin. “I just told you I wanted Tate,” he croaked.

I smirked at him. “Spare me the virgin act. I saw you at the strip club chatting up that skinny redhead. I doubt you’ve been holding out for Tate. I’m not asking you to do anything you’ve not been doing anyway.”

“What exactly do you want me to do?”

I shrugged. “I’m not asking you for much. Just a blow job to seal the deal. I’ve been the closest to Bryan. I know enough about him to torment the little bitch.”

Gio swallowed hard, chewing on his bottom lip as he thought about it. I knew the second he contemplated doing it because the color in his face deepened. He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t. I don’t know you. Plus, I prefer being on the receiving end of that blow job, not the other way around.”

“Suit yourself.” I shuffled the papers on my desk to return to work. “Close the door on the way out.”

He stood there for a few seconds, as though in disbelief before he went out and closed the door quietly behind him. Too bad. I bet he was a good sucker too. And did he really believe he could be in a relationship with Tate and not be at least versatile? One just needed a good look at Tate to figure out the guy was an exclusive top. I couldn’t see him volunteering to bottom very often. I was the same. For personal reasons, I never offered my ass to anyone. Not since I took control of my body and made it mine again.

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