Page 59 of His Enforcer

Fucking Doc. Has the worst timing.

“Oh shit. I didn’t—well, fuck, I didn’t know you were into men, Luca.”

I turn over my shoulder to see Doc grinning stupidly from the doorway.

“I’m not.”

Viktor pops off my dick and stands up, shoving me slightly.

“Get in the fucking shower. Doc can wait. You smell.”

My lips turn down at that as I glance down at my dick.

“I don’t fucking smell.”

He shoves at me once more, forcing me to stumble into the shower and wash haphazardly while Doc and Viktor talk in the doorway to the bathroom.

I don’t like that at all.

Doc is handsome and accomplished, and the way he looks at Vik…

“What the fuck are you two talking about?” I shout from my place in the shower.

They ignore me as I rinse the shampoo from my hair and finally step out, grabbing a towel and rubbing it across my skin as I make my way over to Vik, who looks a little too happy to be chatting with someone other than me.

Doc’s eyes meet mine, and I can almost feel the grin he’s hiding.

“Let’s get you checked out. Seems someone has been cage fighting.”

“Not cage fighting. Just bare-knuckle fighting…”

“On a cement floor with no protection in a fucking warehouse. It’s shady as fuck.”

Doc chuckles and then guides me to the bed. I sit down, the towel lying across my thighs as he grabs his bag and checks me over, bandaging the cut on my forehead with some tape and then placing some cream on my lip.

“Keep this clean. And yeah, you have signs of a concussion. Nothing too bad, but I’d keep an eye on him tonight, Viktor.”

“Fuck,” Vik mutters, and I like that he’s bothered by it, by me.

I want him to squirm. Against me. Beneath me.

My dick starts perking up and the towel tents. Doc notices, but says nothing as he stands up straight and packs his things away. Always the professional.

“Call me if you think things have taken a turn for the worse. He is in his forties. Not someone who should be out bare-knuckle fighting. And sex…well, maybe make sure he’s not too invigorated.”

Viktor doesn’t like that at all.

“I’m not having sex with him.”

Doc just pats him on the shoulder and nods. “No judgment here. You two take care.”

He nods and then disappears down the hallway, letting himself out of the house, leaving Viktor and me alone in the bedroom.

“Fuck. Why are you such an idiot?”

“I’m not an idiot. I’m your boss. Treat me with respect.”

“Yeah, and why don’t you treat me with respect?”

---