Can't Fix Cupid

There’s a long, awkward pause in conversation.

Another cough.

A chair squeak.

I hear Mr. Harvey try to choke back amusement again, but he’s doing a terrible job at it. He ends up just sounding like a chortling baboon.

But Warren doesn’t let go of my wrist, and I don’t move my hand from his cock.

“Do you...are you...umm...occupied?” Mr. Abner asks, sounding shocked.

Another long pause. My whole face feels like it’s on fire with embarrassment, but it’s kind of adding to the heat between my legs. When Warren’s cock jumps beneath my palm, I realize that I was accidentally stroking him. Whoops.

I should stop, but...oh, what the hell. It’s the first penis I’ve had the pleasure of touching, so I just keep doing it. At least his erection is giving me his full attention.

“I, ah, wasn’t expecting you so soon, Mr. Abner,” Warren finally says.

I’d facepalm at his reply, but…I’m kind of busy with the dick.

“Right. Well. Apologies. My mistake for coming in a day early and interruptin’ y’all,” Mr. Abner quickly says, his Southern drawl more pronounced than ever now that he’s all flustered. “Umm...I think I’ll just look over these figures from my hotel room, Mr. Knight. I’ll be back tomorrow during my, umm, scheduled meetin’ time.”

Making sure I still have Warren’s attention, I move my hand down to swipe over the head of his cock. He jumps, his knee hitting the desk with a knock.

“That would be great,” Warren says hoarsely.

“I’ll walk you out,” Mr. Harvey quickly offers. “I’d love to take you to a dinner and a show. It’ll be the company’s treat,” he adds, doing damage control. “We heard you’re an Angels fan. We have box seats for tomorrow’s game if you’re interested.”

“Well now, I could never pass up an opportunity to watch America’s favorite pastime,” Mr. Abner says jovially, sounding appeased.

“Great, let’s get you all the info, and I’ll bring a car around to take you to your hotel,” I hear Mr. Harvey saying, their voices and footsteps getting further away. Mr. Abner is laughing at something Harvey says by the time the door closes.

Then Warren is on his feet and yanking me out from under the desk and pulling me to my feet.

I come face-to-face with him in all his beautiful, stern glory.

He looks furious.

He looks turned the fuck on.

I smile at him in total victory because I just won this round and we both know it.

My eyes flick down to his hard dick before swinging back up to his brown, hungry gaze. “Not hot enough for you, huh?” I say with a shit-eating grin. “Your dick says otherwise. But unfortunately, I have some bad news. Now that I’ve met you officially, I’ve decided you’re not nearly hot enough for me.”

His mouth parts slightly in surprise, and he blinks like he didn’t hear me right. “What?”

I shake my head in mock disappointment. “I know. But your personality is a real downer. And your face? Eh. I’ve seen better. Your dick doesn’t look that big, either. He felt okay, though.”

He sputters, like he doesn’t know which part to address first.

Before he can figure it out, I twirl around an

d move past him, maneuvering around the desk, making sure his jacket is still covering my ass. “I’ll bring you a date tonight at six. Be ready, and remember, try not to be such an asshole,” I call over my shoulder merrily. “Oh, and I’m keeping the suit jacket. It smells lovely.”

He finally gathers enough wherewithal to move by the time my hand is on the doorknob, but it’s too late for him to realize I’ve knotted his shoelaces together. He goes flying face-first onto the marble tile, and then it’s Mr. Asshole Bachelor Dud doing the flailing starfish move.

Sucker.

I laugh all the way out to the elevator, not paying any attention to the stares I get for my dress code violation or the wide-eyed whispers that follow me.