Page 242 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

When I bought a newer version of the same model for my assistant, it broke down within twenty thousand miles. Can you believe that shit? I was trying to do the right thing—buy my assistant a car.

Technically, it was a work vehicle so it was a tax write-off. Still, blowing money on nothing is annoying, and when we found out the carburetor was a goner, it irked me.

Just because my company does two hundred million dollars in gross revenue every year doesn't mean I can afford to waste cash on lemons. I should've bought her a Mercedes like mine—those are indestructible.

"Do I have time to help this poor sucker?" Tapping my thumb on my steering wheel, I contemplate driving to the stalled car’s side. It's been ages since I've fixed a vehicle, but it's possible it only needs a jump. Even though I'm meeting with my banker to go over an interest-only loan I'm taking out this afternoon to help my company expand into international markets, I can still afford to help.

Helping others is one of those things you should always do. It's as simple as that. Many people helped me get my start and I have an obligation to pay it back however I can.

Swerving to the side of the road, I park behind the car. I do it right in time to see the most beautiful young man I've ever laid eyes on get out and pop the hood. He stares at the jumbled mess of cords, then cries out as oil spurts out and soaks his shoes.

I tilt my head to the side… and my jaw drops when I realize who it is. "Holy shit."

It's… Daniel. The boy I interviewed for an engineering position an hour ago. He was the sweetest, most adorable angel who knew the answers to my questions before I even asked them.

The only thing that tripped him up was his lack of pop-culture knowledge. Now, I don't require potential employees to know sports teams or every character in a big-budget Marvel movie.However, understanding the world around you is critical to building rapport with clients. Quite frankly, he was too much of a geek for me to hire, which is a damn shame because he was super smart.

I couldn't help but tell him I'd give him a call back after I had a chance to think about it. I was contemplating creating a secret position for him somewhere in the back of my offices where he could bury himself in code and never speak to clients.

It wouldn't be the best use of my budget, but at least I could have him around the office.

Bring me coffee.

Dazzle me with his baby blue eyes.

Swish a soft hand through his thick locks of hair whenever I walked by.

I let out a groan as my dick fills in my briefs. I glance down, then shake my head in disappointment. Of course I'm hard as fuck thinking about the pretty angel.

He was so sweet… yet so directionless when it came to understanding pop culture. I wanted to grab his wrist, yank him to my lap, and bend him over my knee.

Then I'd lift my palm, lick it for good measure, and bring it down on his juicy, bare ass… to show him how the real world works.

The world isn't a line of code you can restart if something goes wrong. You make a decision, and if you bet right, you succeed. If you don't, you fail.

I wanted to see how little Daniel would react if I yanked his clothes off and gave him a hot and dirty spanking.

Would he smack me? Spit in my face? Or would he submit to me so I could please him beyond his wildest dreams?

Tucking my cock into my waistband so no one will see my erection, I hop out of my Mercedes and walk to Daniel's side.

"Hey, Daniel." I place my hand on his shoulder, then stare at the mess under his hood. "I see you got into trouble."

"Hilton?" Daniel cocks an eyebrow at me. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm heading to the bank to take out a new loan to help us expand into international markets. I didn't expect to see you parked on the side of the road."

Daniel huffs out a breath. "I'm not… parked. A light flashed on my dash. I have car trouble."

"What light?"

"That's the problem. I consulted the owner’s manual, but I couldn't find it."

"Was it the check engine light?" Rolling my pristine Brooks Brothers shirtsleeves up, I plug the oil cap back in so at least no more oil squirts out. "You need to bring your car to a mechanic for regular scheduled maintenance."

"I did." He glares at me. "Last month. I know what the check engine light is, thanks."

"I used to own one of these vehicles." I pat the side of his car like it's a thick ass cheek… then let out a groan as my dick spurts a droplet of pre-cum. God, something about this boy, even being in his presence, drives me crazy. "That was before I purchased my Mercedes."

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