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“No.He’s just being a boss who wants the young men he hires for his firm to represent that firm in every possible way.”
“Clay, you know nothing about how men flirt.That man was flirting with you.That man, what’s his nameMr.Masonwas flirting with you,” Tyler said, emphasizing Mason’s name.
“I wish it were true, but he’s happily married to a woman.”
“He’s married, but not happily.”Although I wanted to be with a man like Mason it appeared to be a dream on my part, and I would take this advantage he’d given me and keep myself open for someone else.Someone who was gay and not get my hopes up that I may be the one this man chose to have a relationship with.
Marty and Tyler with their notions had me uneasy and nervous because what would I do if it were true?How was I going to respond to him if all Marty and Tyler’s advice was indeed true?‘Under no circumstance do you sleep with anyone in that company if you want to keep your job, and especially don’t sleep with the boss.’
How could I fall in love with a man who had a wife and perhaps children.And by all counts I was in love.I fell in love the first time our eyes locked and the sexual tension was so thick you couldn’t cut it with a knife.
My mind had been spinning, and I didn’t want to face any of this now.I just wanted to go to my job and get paid and deal with my emotions later.
“When is the pizza guy going to get here?”
“Yeah, we’re hungry,” Marty and Tyler said in agreement, and that’s when the buzzer rang.
Pizza for everyone including the cat.With those anchovies I should have a new best friend,and I’ll probably need all the friends I can get.
Chapter 5
Clay
Ilay around and clearedaway the breakfast dishes and lunch dishes, then placed them into the dishwasher, a luxury Marty had bought and had installed with much resistance from Tyler.Tyler was the practical one.He didn’t want to spend money on anything if he couldn’t take it with him when they moved.That was all they talked about, moving out of this apartment.
I’d forgotten there wasn’t much to place in the dishwasher or by hand if I felt like washing them.Tyler had given us rules and unless the dishwasher was full we weren’t allowed to turn it on.We had to save water and electricity.Turn off the lights, and he had this thing about saving trees.No paper plates.
For some reason my spirits were high, and I was in the mood to clean my area too.We had run out of everything, so I placed some cash in an envelope and wrote a note.
Buy what you need.Don’t thank me because I couldn’t thank you two enough for taking me in, and allowing me to barge into your life and home.
At this moment I felt great.It always felt great when a man had a little money in his pocket, and I had more than enough to share with men who gave me their all when I needed encouragement and a lift from the boredoms of destitution and everyday living.
I reached and passed my hand over my suit, admiring the fabric which had the appearance that someone had pressed it.Perhaps someone had.I had been used to buying my suits at an outlet, and if it had come wrinkled like my interview suit, I’d have to iron it myself.Or I’d take it to the cleaners to get it altered with my last bit of money.
That was the suit I had purchased, or my father purchased for my interviews when I strode into Mason’s firm with my head up showing no fear on the outside, but feeling I wasn’t good enough in the inside to be looking for a position at Mason and Halifax.
