Page 33 of Catching a Con Man

“He works like you do, big brother. I did tell him that there was a glass of champagne out here with his name on it, but he’s been knee deep in work and is refusing to wade out of it for even a minute.”

“Right. Not on my watch,” I said. I snagged a glass of bubbles from a tray and grabbed a little plate of canapés from a sideboard, then pushed Tyler’s door open without knocking. “You’re in desperate danger of being a buzzkill,” I said before my eyes could focus on the room.

And then I saw him. Tyler Bevan, the most beautiful man in the world, working in a dark office lit only by the glow of his computer screen. His hair was stuck up in different directions, like he’d stuck his fingers in an electric socket, and I could tell he’d been chewing on the sleeve of his shirt. I resolved never to tell him just how much money that shirt had cost me to buy him.

I let the door close behind me and walked toward Tyler. “I’ll be out in a minute, I promise. I just…” Tyler gestured vaguely toward the screen and then his eyes fell to the plate I was carrying. “Oh, alright then. Just one to keep me going.”

“When did you come into work this morning?” I asked.

Tyler mumbled something that sounded to my ears likeeight or so.

“So you’ve been working fourteen hours? C’mon, Ty. That’s too much.”

Tyler smirked, but even with the glow of the computer screen, I could see his eyes were ringed with dark circles.

“Rest is for the wicked, Ade. I’ve got too much to do to rest. And since when have you been calling meTy?” I ignored his question and pushed the plate across the desk. He hungrily pecked at another canapé, then another. I pushed the champagne over too and he hesitated before taking a sip. “OK. I might have needed that.”

“Work hard, play hard,” I said. “Though in my case, it’s often work hard, go home to watchAvatarfor the tenth time in my pyjamas with a decent whiskey.”

“That sounds perfect,” Tyler admitted. “Not the Avatar bit. That sounds like a fucking nightmare. But film, P.Js, whiskey. That sounds nice.”

“Then let’s go,” I whispered.

“No. Twenty minutes and I can be done. I promise.”

“Then you can do those twenty minutes in the morning.” I said the words with more force than I intended, and Tyler’s look in return could have frozen richer men to the spot.

“I thought you weren’t my boss?” he challenged.

“No, but I am your…I am concerned. Aren’t I allowed to be?”

“I guess…” Tyler turned in his chair. “You’ve just given me this massive opportunity, and I can’t screw it up.”

“And you’re not. Cam loves you. Our charity representatives love you. Even in your presentation, you predicted it would be a month of groundwork before you procured a major donation. I know for a fact that we received a rather large transfer from a Mr Holden Quinn yesterday.”

“Yeah, well I know Holden, it’s not that special.”

“It’s…” I pushed up from the chair. “You’re brilliant, you know that?”

“I’m lucky,” countered Tyler.

“Lucky maybe. But brilliant all the same.” I crossed around to the desk and sank to my knees to grip his hands between mine. “If you could see how much I like you, how much everyone you meet falls for your charms, enough to send you silly amounts of money on blind trust despite knowing how we met…I just wish you could see it.”

Tyler smiled, and I felt like my words had made some cracks in his facade. “When a man is on his knees telling me how much he likes me, I think the message starts to sink in.”

“Good.” I clambered onto my feet and pulled him to his, cradling his head between my hands. “I’ll tell you how brilliant you are every single day if it helps.”

“Is that going to be via company sanctioned communication?” he teased. “Are you going to make sureeveryoneknows what a good boy I am?”

“You bastard,” I muttered. I could feel myself hardening in my trousers just at the thought of calling him mygood boy. “If I had lube, I’d fuck you right over this desk.”

“Well, isn’t that a call to HR,” Tyler joked. “But whilst you’re down there…” He gestured at his lap.

“Yeah?” I asked eagerly. I rubbed my hands eagerly over his thighs and reached toward his fly.

“Shit, I was joking!” Tyler’s hand covered my own before I could pull his cock free.

“So you’re saying you don’t want me to suck your cock?” I pawed at him, restricted as I was, and I could feel that he was as hard as I was getting. “C’mon, let’s get you some release.”

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