3. Sal
Three
Sal
What the fuck did I just do?!
Did I seriously just give a handy to Cole Matthew’s?!
The blinds are closed as I pace in my office.
The guy who irks me in every possible way?
My pacing halts for a moment as the main office door opens then closes. There’s a ping ponging in my chest knowing that it’s him. The underling who does his job well but manages to get under my skin for no apparent reason.
Walking in on him jacking off in the bathroom was a mistake but I couldn’t resist.
Cole is so damn annoying, and adorable. No! Just annoying… Annoying with his brown mop of hair and hazel eyes. He’s always wearing a smug grin and dresses in a haphazard business casual way. I hate how much I like it.
Watching him stroke his cock because of me , even hotter.
Fuck !
I ram the heels of my hands into my eyes.
I should’ve walked away.
But I didn’t.
I should turn myself into HR.
Instead, I take a deep breath, wait for my vision to normalize, then walk to my desk and sit down.
Working always makes me feel better.
That’s not true.
It distracts me anyway.
I’m ready to sink into my chair and work when a thought occurs to me.
This is all because of him .
That rich kid millionaire showing off him and his adorable little boyfriend. Ace and Oliver, the hit couple of Bayfront California.
What I wouldn’t give to be in my twenties again. Apparently being gay is cool now.
High school was hell. Growing up with a rich gala father was terrible. So many lovely ladies I pretended to like just so I seemed normal. So I wouldn’t let him down.
And when I’d had enough? My dad cut me off and said he’d never love a gay son.
Having him cut me out of his life wasn’t the worst thing. The worst thing was seeing him give a standing ovation for the “it” couple of the year.
Apparently he supports gay couples now. But have I heard from him since? Nope.
I don’t need him or his money anyways.
Normally, I would find comfort in knowing I have a great job and great reputation here in the workforce. But I’ve compromised all that today by jacking off my underling.
I rub my temples.
I can’t sit still. I find myself leaving my office and doing a walk through of “Cube land” as some people call it. I make it to the back with several workers offering a quick ‘hi’ while hurrying back to what they were doing, or finding something to do to look busy.
Anthony waves and I give him a slight head nod. Behind him, the desk is empty. Cole isn’t back yet. It shouldn’t bother me, but it does. He’s not on the clock so he isn’t my problem.
Peeking out the window I see a red dodge tear into the parking lot. A bubbling sensation fills my gut and I charge back to my office with a renewed sense of purpose.
Am I willing to lose everything over a handy?
No.
I’ll corner him after the party tonight and tell him it was a one time mistake and apologize.
I glance at the window, but the blinds block my view of him.
It’s a good thing, I tell myself. I don’t think I can handle the risk of him looking my way.