"So we are doing another repeat of last night. How do you want me, precious? Kneeling beside your desk, with my hands behind my back? We can use that vibrant tie of yours to keep me restrained."
"I'd prefer you better on the far opposite side of the room with a gag in your mouth."
He laughs, taking a seat in the chair on the other side of my desk. Crossing his legs, he looks up at me with knitted brows. "So tell me, exactly how do you plan to handle our current problem?" He's wearing another obnoxiously bright suit, making himself stick out like a sore thumb. It's almost like he wants everyone to know where he is at all times.
"Which one?"
He rolls his eyes. "The one that wants us both dead."
"Ah that one. Well Mr. Williams was kept alive long enough to contact a few of his friends, letting them know he's alive and well. Apparently he's supposed to meet up with two of them after they finish their last brass delivery. Carlos is waiting for them at the exact location that was disclosed in the message, and you will be coming with me to one of our other club locations."
"Is this your way of asking me out on a date? There's no need to beat around the bush at this point."
I lean over the desk, clenching my fists. "You wish. You will be helping me interfere with the last drop off. They plan onshooting up the whole place, the same way they did my other club. They won't be succeeding this time."
He stands up, straightening his suit. "No, they won't, not with you and me there."
"First thing first, you need to change out of that horrible suit. You look like Barney. I was waiting for you to walk in here singing the'I Love You'song. I don't know if I should shoot you or give you a hug."
He stares down at his plum covered body, squinting his eyes. "You have a problem with the way I dress?"
"You might as well be waving around a giant flag walking around in that outfit."
"I think someone is jealous of my wardrobe being better than his. You might find yourself smiling more if you weren't constantly walking around in dark colors all the time."
I sneer. "You either change, or I'll get someone else to come with me instead and I might even take a picture of him fucking me after all of Ivan's goons are dead. You look like you can use more photos for your collection anyway."
His jaw tightens. "You think you're funny, don't you?"
"I'm not trying to be. I have a suit you can borrow in my office closet. You can hide that hideous excuse for clothing far in the back."
He cocks his head, staring at the direction I'm pointing in. "Sounds like someone is just trying to get me naked again."
I huff, waving him off. "You and I both know I don't have to try." My intentions weren't to have Miguel stripping naked in my office, but it's definitely not something unwanted.
He pulls off his jacket and unbuttons his pants. His cheeky grin tells me he knows I'm watching. His slacks fall to the floor when they are fully unzipped. He isn't wearing any underwear and I can't stop myself from licking my lips at the sight of his growing erection. His eyes darken with arousal as he steps outof his pants, his chest puffing out with pride. No one should be allowed to have this much power over another person. The urge to lap at the precum from his slit is overwhelming, sending a surge of excitement inside me.
"See something you like?"
I turn away, facing the back wall. "It doesn't take that long to put on a suit."
"You should come show me how to do it correctly then."
"I'm going to get some work done, try not to make too much noise."
He buttons his jacket, already looking too much like someone else. The bright suits are more fitting. Not only do they match his colorful personality, but they contrast well with his darker skin tone and pitch black hair. "How do I look?"
"Like a professional businessman."
"Sounds boring."
I sigh, collapsing in my chair and turning on my laptop. I go over a few numbers for the club and Miguel is standing in the same place as before, watching with intense eyes.
"You need to stop looking at me like that."
He walks closer, cocking his head. "Like what?"
I glare in his direction. "As if you want to have me for your next meal."
