Chapter 1

“Elliot. The boss wants you in his office. Pronto.” The sharp voice over the phone left Elliot in no doubt. The cold-hearted voice belonged to his boss’s secretary, Janet. Elliot knew she was just a tamer version of the boss himself.

“I’m coming,” Elliot said, loosening his tie. What now? Had the boss found out how he’d messed up with the Nielsen contract? It wasn’t his fault that the signature had been missing on the copy he’d sent to the chairman, but Henry Blake didn’t always listen to reason.

Elliot moved quickly to the boss’ office.

“Mr Blake is expecting you. Go right in,” the secretary said before she turned to answer the phone.

Elliot knocked before he entered.

“Close the door, Elliot,” Mr Blake said as he got up.

Elliot turned away, closing the door while he took the chance to avoid the look on the boss’ face. Turning back, he saw the large man leaning casually against his large desk.

“Sit down, Elliot,” Mr Blake said, pointing to the chair beside him.

Elliot knew he would be too close to the boss’s muscular body if he sat down, but he didn’t give him any alternatives. He sat at the far end of the chair, taking in the masculine scent of his boss’s fit body. The man had a body like a professional athlete. Bulging abs and muscles were easily shown against his thin shirts. Elliot glanced quickly at the muscular thighs before him. The bulge in his crotch was impossible to ignore. Was he getting a hard-on from reprimanding him?

“You messed up, Elliot,” Mr Blake said. “I think you know exactly what you did wrong.”

“Yes, Sir,” Elliot said. “I’m sorry,” he added to show he was cooperating.

“That’s not good enough. I should fire you. We nearly lost the client.” He let there be a long pause to let his words be fully understood before he kept on.

“I made a mistake, Sir. It won’t happen again.”

“You need to make amends to keep your job, Elliot.”

“How?” Elliot asked.

“I think you know how,” the boss said and slid his right hand to his crotch and rubbed himself.

Elliot gawked at his crotch before he lifted his eyes. Was he really asking what Elliot thought he was?

“I don’t understand, Mr Blake.”

“You know exactly what I mean. Are you willing to do what it takes to keep your job, or will you leave right now?”

Elliot swallowed hard. “I’m not gay, Sir,” he pushed forth.

The boss chuckled. “I don’t care. A hole is a hole. And a virgin hole is even better.” His face revealed his interest as he let his eyes travel across Elliot’s body.

‘Oh my god,’ Elliot thought. Could he really do this? Or was it better to quit? He needed the money to pay his bills. Not to forget the mortgage that he would have to pay next week. He had enough savings to last a few weeks, but that was it.

“I will do what is necessary,” Elliot said hoarsely, feeling as if his tongue stumbled on his words.

“Excellent. I knew you would see reason. You will be my personal assistant for the next few months, attending to my every need. If you do well, you will keep your job, and we will raise your salary.”

Elliot nodded. “Yes, Sir,” he finally said as he realised his boss awaited his answer.

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