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Fazil walked down the hall, toward the front of the office. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that last bit,” he said. “Coffee, anyone?”
“Always.” Justin rose from his desk.
“I’ll even buy.” Why not? It was Friday. He had a hot date and the offer to pay halted Fazil in his tracks.Excellent.
Fazil rotated around. “Did you just say what I think you said?”
“Yes.”
That he’d raised a blush on Fazil and caused Justin to snort? Made up for conference call hell.
“For everyone?” Fazil held up a sticky note that had three orders on it.
Eli shrugged. “Yes.”
“Medium cappuccino,” Sam called from his office.
Eli gestured to the door. “You heard Sam.”
As Justin passed, he brushed Eli’s hand with his. “Can’t wait for tonight.”
“I didn’t just hear that, either,” Fazil said. “What would the boss man think?”
“The boss man thinks they’re cute. And he wants his coffee,” Sam said.
Cute? The heat in Eli’s face probably matched the shade on Justin’s. Well, if the rest of the office hadn’t figured it out by now... He gestured toward the front with his cane. “Go. Both of you.”
They filed out in front of him. “Remind me to mark this day down on my calendar,” Fazil said. “Eli’s buying, and apparently he’s capable ofcuteas well as scary.”
“Scary cute.” Justin looked back over his shoulder. “It’s a thing.”
“It most certainly is.” As Justin would discover as soon as he had him in private.
Chapter Thirteen
The suit fit Justin perfectly, which wasn’t surprising since it had been tailored to do so. He brushed his fingers over the sleeve. Fine dark gray wool. Italian. He’d never worn something so expensive in his life. The thought of how much this had set Eli back threatened to bring out a cold sweat in Justin.
Eli had the money. Justin didn’t. No way in heaven he could pay Eli back for this. With cash, anyway.
There are other ways for you to earn your keep, Justin.The voice in the back of his mind sounded like Francis’s had, right before he’d bent Justin over the dining room table.
He rubbed at his ears. Eli wasn’t like that... was he? No. Besides, Justin did want to seeThe Nutcracker. A childhood memory he’d never had. Justin straightened his tie and brushed his hair back into place and left the bathroom.
No one remained in the office other than him, Eli, and Sam. The faint sound of Sam’s voice and the resonant deep rumble of Eli’s laugh filtered up the hall. Justin paused, a line of fear wrapping itself around his heart. What was he doing?Oh honey.His mother’s voice took Francis’s place.
It’s not the same. He’s different. He’s—Justin shook his head and marched to the front of the office.
Sam whistled. “Nice. You’d stop a boardroom in their tracks.”
Eli didn’t say a word, just leaned on his cane and smiled his devilish best. Appreciation—and lust—shone there and ignited Justin’s desire.
To have Eli want him was always a trip.Please don’t let it be a bad one.
After a moment, Eli cocked a finger for Justin to come close. Already ordering him around, and with predictable results. Justin’s cock filled with every step he took and his heart skipped beat when Eli handed his cane to Sam. “Hold this, will you?”
Sam complied and Eli fixed some imperfection with Justin’s tie and smoothed down his collar, all the while staring into Justin’s eyes. “You look stunning.” A low murmur of words.
His reply was a whisper. “Thanks.”
