CADE
I woke up today with the worst case of "stick up the ass"-ism that only further boosted my negative public profile. The walk from my loft apartment to the office was a blur of passive aggressive comments, slurs, and shoulder checking. Just when I thought my mood couldn't be worse than it already is, the bastard just had to appear. Baxter Dukeford, the perfect picture of sophisticated beauty and and bad boy aesthetic. Tall, dark, handsome, and built like a greek god. He is the perfect picture of male epitome of not for his shitty attitude.
"Sup shortie! How's the air down there?"
a large firm hand grasped my shoulder from behind followed by the annoyingly sexy, bassy, and deep voice of none other than the bastard himself.
I sigh in resignation after scanning the surroundings and noting that many people are around to see us. I turn around and plaster to my face a picture perfect smile that I use on every people I have no energy nor patience to deal with and say to him.
"Good morning to you as well, Mister Dukeford. Would you fancy a coffee in this fine morning? It would be my honor to serve you some."
a tinge of sarcasm unconsciously drips out of my mouth at the last words. I internally kick myself for such stupid reactions but keep smiling at Baxter and waiting for his response. His hazel brown eyes scans the lobby for a short while then grabs my left arm and begins to pull me to an empty office. He pushes me inside quite roughly and closes the door behind us. His heavy steps echo inside the empty room as he strides forward towards me and pushes me to the wall and leans in to say.
" Don't move unless you want to feel what's it like for me to choke you."
The deep, bassy feeling of his voice reverberates inside my head as my cock jolts awake with sudden gusto. His breathing is controlled and even but his heart is speeding up every second that passes. I open my mouth to speak but the sudden, rapid knocking on the door snaps me out my haze. A very familiar voice bellows out the other side of the door and says.
"Dukeford! I know you're in there. Come out with Cade before we are late for the briefing. I won't be waiting for more than a minute before opening this door myself. Key or not, I'll open this door if it means that we won't be late for another meeting."
Shit. Calvin just had to see me being manhandled by Baxter to an empty office with no other context whatsoever. I open my mouth to speak but a large hand encompasses my mouth and shuts me up before I can even call out to Calvin. Baxter shoots me an intimidating glare before speaking out loud.
"Don't worry Cal! We're just having a fun conversation with Cade. Isn't that right, Pet?"
A flicker of mischief is visible in his eyes before he lifts his and out my hand. I will straighten my suit and adjust my tie that was creased by the rough handling of Baxter. I gaze up at him, glaring with all the fury accumulated from last night's fuck up with the oven and this morning's great start. I pull Baxter down to face me eye to eye and say.
"I don't know what game you are playing here but stop it now before I lose it. I had a rough night and partnered with my oh so great start of a morning, my social battery reserved to deal with your bullshit Is nearing zero. Do this again and I'll make sure even the greatest investigators inside FB won't find out where you are, how you died, and who killed you. You got that, Tall man?"
I tighten my hold on the collar of his leather jacket and then push him back as roughly as he did to me but that only makes him stumble back a bit before grinning at me and invading my space again. His hands suddenly grip my crotch as he squeezes lightly. A small moan of pain and pleasure rips out my throat before I can even stop it. He begins to fondle and grip my crotch in erratic and confusing rhythm that makes my blood shoot straight to my cock causing it to harden bit by bit. His grin deepens as his eyes flash with lust and elation at my reactions. He leans closer and nibbles on the shell of my ear before saying.
"So feisty today. Looks like someone woke up with a stick up in their ass. Do you want me to switch it with my cock instead? I can already feel your body twitching and yearning for more than just touching. Just say the word and I'll grant you your wish, Pet."
His deep voice and hot breaths sends my mind back reeling for a moment before the sudden opening of the door sends myind back into reality. Calvin is standing in front of the door, his eyes wide and gaze flicking back and forth between Baxter and I. His seething rage is palpable as he marches forward and grabs Baxter off me and growls at him.
"The fuck are you doing in this office? Explain before I dish out a complaint to HR and get you both under suspension for Misconduct."
I try to hide my arousal with my briefcase before saying to Calvin.
"Its alright, Sir. We're just talking about the possible mission we are getting. You just had the worst respective that made it look like something else. Isn't that right, Mister Dukeford?"
I glance at Baxter with a calm yet intimidating smile hoping he gets the message I'm trying to convey.
"Oh yeah, right. A conversation yes."
He smirks at me smugly as if trying to push my buttons further while completely following the set narrative i implied.
Gods, I hate this day more and more. Please don't let the mission be harder than what I'm dealing with already.