Page 4 of Loving Leo

Herold Enterprises.

Well. Fuck.

“You’re shitting me.”Carter says with a happy little laugh and I glare at him in amusement. “You jacked off in front of the CEO of the company inhisbuilding?” He’s downright giddy now, clapping his hands together and wiggling in his seat. “That’s fucking gold, Leo.”

My glare only intensifies, even though my lips are twitching. “It’s notthatfunny.”

“Oh. Yes it is,” Carter replies, sipping his wine and leaning his head on his husband Reed’s large shoulder.

“Stop teasing him,” Reed says, shooting me a sympathetic look. Such a quiet, sensitive soul.

Listen, to be honest, I’m still slightly mortified about last night, but I’ve been playing it off like it’s no big deal. I mean, I didn’t receive a call or email telling me I’ve been fired from that gig, so he must not have been too upset about it.

Hell, maybe he liked it. Maybe a little too much. Even though he said he was straight. Really, sexuality is a spectrum. I could be the one who starts a sexual awakening for him.

It’s a stretch because I’ve never awoken anything, but still.

It could happen one day.

“You should get him to collab with you,” Carter says, wiping away a tear from his cheek. “God, so so funny.”

“He said he was straight.”

“Right.” Carter waves that off. “We all know that sometimes men are just repressed and secretly into dudes.”

I smirk at that, shaking my head and looking around the beautiful home Reed and Carter share. Their website does very well. I want this. I want the big house and fancy cars. Fancy things. I want to be able to hire people to clean my space, notbethe cleaner. I’m only twenty two and already so tired. I don’t want to work so hard to be poor.

It’s all so…depressing.

“Hey, man. You okay?” Carter asks, suddenly turning serious.

I force a smile on my face, trying to pull back my dark thoughts. I try not to linger there too long. It can sometimes get me down and I want to stay positive. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for inviting me to lunch. Really. The wine is delicious and this cheese. Goddamn. But I should probably get going.”

“You don’t have to rush off,” Carter says as I stand, “We were going to take Hannah to my moms’ today. You should come with us, see Damon.”

I want to. God, I’d love to have a day to just do what I want, but I slept in and then drove here in my crappy car just to see them. Honestly, I was worried I wouldn’t even be able to make the hour long drive without my car blowing up. And when I get home after this, I have editing to do on some videos before heading to my first cleaning gig of tonight. “Wish I could. I have too much to do.”

Carter studies me, frowning, “You work too hard.”

I laugh at that, “Gotta pay the bills.”

He’s watching me carefully and my stupid heart is pleading with him to offer me a spot on his site. To give me a chance. But his lips just purse and he gives me a clipped nod before they walk me to the front door.

I knew it wouldn’t be that easy. My videos are gaining tractionbut nowhere near the caliber of the camboys they allow on their site. I have to hit millions of views before they’d even consider me.

I’m going to make it happen though damn it. No matter what. Nothing is going to stop me.

When I makeit to Herold Enterprises that night, I peer around corners like a criminal. I do plan on getting off in that hottie’s office again. It’s either that or booger man’s. And I refuse to even undress in there because who knows what biohazards await. Plus Heath’s view can’t be beat.

Sue me. It makes for great content. And my viewers are loving his unforeseen cameo. A lot.

I tip toe down the hall, my heart racing as I empty trash cans and wipe down desks. No one is here. Not a soul and as I stop in front of Heath’s office, I peek inside and let out a relieved breath.

I’m really fucking lucky that I wasn’t fired. He definitely had the power to do so and I was honestly a little shit about the entire thing. Even though I did say sorry. I didn’t really mean it.

He shouldn’t judge me for the things I do on my breaks. I’m not hurting anyone and I do disinfect his chair and desk when I’m done. He’d never have even known I was doing it if he hadn’t shown up. He was just being a workaholic, which is bad for your blood pressure anyway.

I’m really saving him from an unhealthy lifestyle.

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