Page 14 of My Hunger, Your Soul

“Excellent work, Tyler. I doubt they are the kind of men that are easy to please, but you did it. Well done.”

“Thank you.”

“I want you to focus only on this project until completion, so I’ve put on hold any new contracts that may have come your way. It’s important we get this right.”

“I understand.”

“Good,” he says, and stands to shake my hand, dismissing me from the meeting. As I leave the office, I adjust the collar on my shirt. I’m relieved that I can breathe again, as I was nervous as hell going into that meeting. After meeting the Kozlovs, I can now understand my boss’ need for perfection from me on this project, as I get the impression they hold a lot of weight when it comes to word of mouth. Or they’d kill us for fucking their plans up.

My shoulders relax as I get closer to my office, happy in the knowledge that so far everyone is appeased by my plans. The build will be tough, but I find the planning stages are the most stressful, and now that it's complete, I can relax a little.

Opening my office door, I come to a stop. The air leaves my lungs as I stand there dumbfounded at the large figure standing in my office, looking out of the window. What the fuck is he doing here? Ivan cuts an imposing figure, and that's only from the back. He’s so tall and big. The black leather jacket fits him like a glove. His hair styled in a messy bun, black jeans and chunky biker boots complete his look. The difference in our attire is almost laughable as I stand there preened to an inch of my life in a suit that cost more than I could afford.

“You just gonna stand there undressing me with your eyes, Ty?” he says as he slowly turns to face me and I slam the office door closed in annoyance.

“I was doing no such thing,” I say, walking over to my desk and dropping my files onto the surface with a thud.

“Yes you were. I could see your reflection in the glass. It's alright. I don’t mind you checking me out.”

“I’m surprised you could fit that head of yours through the door with that inflated ego.”

“Such a bitchy mouth.”

“What are you doing here?” I say, taking a seat in my chair before I collapse and show how unsettled I am that he's here.

“Got some business just outside the city, thought I’d check in to see how the plans are coming along,” he says, dropping down into the chair across from me. Crossing his left leg over his right and clasping his hands behind his head. The dreamy boy smile lights up as I bet the fucker can read my thoughts. The asshole looks good and he knows it. His tongue slips out and generously licks his lower lip like he is gathering the remnants of his last meal. The tongue piercing catches the light and I find myself mirroring his actions, licking my own lips that feel dry as fuck.

“It feels good, you know,” he says.

“What feels good?”

“The piercing. It feels great to be kissed with it, even better having your dick sucked with it.”

“There you go again, crossing the line. I’m not gay and not interested.”

“Yeah, you are. And I didn't say you were gay, but I’d say you’re curious. I’d even bet you’ve already kissed another man?”

I feel my cheeks getting warm. How the fuck did he know that? I’d kissed a couple of guys in my college days, but that's as far as my male on male experience goes, and that's not out of choice. It’s just never happened. A deep rumble comes from the prick himself as he watches me, obviously sensing my discomfort.

“I thought you were here about work, not my sexual experience.”

“We can do both.”

“No. We can’t. My personal life is off limits.”

Ivan stands and places his hands on my desk and leans down toward me. I hold my own and don’t move.

“Nothing is off limits with me, Ty.”

“Tyler.”

“No. I like Ty.”

Standing to his full height, he sweeps his gaze over me in such a ravenous way that flutters fill my stomach. Hell. Fucking. No.

As he goes to leave, I stand, needing to have the last words.

“The contractors start Monday. I will arrive early to go over the plans with them to make sure they’re on the right track.”

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