Violently quashing the urge to follow the silent order, Nate didn’t move. He smiled. “I’m sure your new assistant can assist you, sir.”
A muscle twitched in Ferrara’s temple. For a moment, he said nothing, just looking at Nate.
Then, that familiar glint appeared in his eyes. “Come to think of it, you’re right. Connor.”
Before Nate could process that, Connor followed Ferrara into his office. The door closed with a thud.
Nate stared at it, feeling… he didn’t know what. Had the asshole really meant that he was going to use Connor that way?
But then again, why wouldn’t he? It was apparently part of the job description now. What difference did it make for Ferrara? A mouth was a mouth. It wasn’t like Ferrara was attracted to Nate—or other men, for that matter. It was just stress relief for him, nothing more.
It was still utterly disgusting. Forcing a guy who hadn’t even started working for him officially to suck his cock… it was… it was reprehensible. Despicable. Now poor Connor would feel obligated to do it to get the job. Nate obviously couldn’t allow that to happen. It was sexual harassment!
He got to his feet and strode to the door. He pushed it, but it didn’t budge.
It was locked.
Nate stared at it, indignation making him see red. Satan had never bothered to lock the door for Nate’s sake, but apparently Connor-the-perfect-PA deserved that consideration.
Clenching his jaw, Nate knocked sharply.
For a long, excruciating moment no one answered. But then again, who would answer? Connor was probably too busy sucking Ferrara’s thick cock, slurping all over it like a whore—
The door opened.
“Yes?” Connor said.
Nate narrowed his eyes, studying him suspiciously. He didn’t seem out of breath. And his lips didn’t look red and well-used like Nate’s own lips often did after sucking Ferrara’s cock.
“Why was the door locked?” he said testily.
Connor blinked. “I locked it for Mr. Ferrara’s privacy while he changed. That’s what any good PA would do.”
Nate curled his fingers into a fist. “Right,” he said, looking over Connor’s shoulder.
Ferrara’s dark eyes met his. He really was changing, his white shirt half-unbuttoned, revealing his muscular chest and stomach.
Nate pursed his lips and turned away.
He was fuming as he returned to his desk, feeling annoyed and angry for no damn reason.
Fuck, he couldn’t wait for everything to be over.
He hated this, hated Ferrara and his arrogant face and his stupid cock and his insufferable attitude.
He couldn’t wait to be rid of him.
***
If there was one good thing about Connor’s presence, it was that he was always there. He followed Nate everywhere when he wasn’t tripping over his feet to be helpful and show that he was the better PA. That meant that there literally was no opportunity for Nate to perform… his unofficial responsibilities.
Speaking plainly, he hadn’t sucked or touched his boss’s cock in nine days. Not that he was counting or anything. It was just… weird.
Nate sometimes entertained the thought that Ferrara’s increasingly foul mood over the week might have had something to do with not having his cock sucked any time he wanted, but it was unlikely that he didn’t get laid by someone else. Nate wouldn’t know: Connor was now the one in possession of Ferrara’s work phone and he might have been arranging the boss’s booty calls every day for all Nate knew. Nate didn’t ask. Something always kept him from asking.
Before Nate knew it, it was his last day at the Caldwell Group and he was saying his goodbyes to his co-workers. Former co-workers now.
“I wish you’d stay,” Brenda said, hugging him. “You can manage him so much better than the other assistants he’s had.”
“Me, managing him?” Nate said with a laugh. “Is that a joke?”
Brenda shook her head with a rueful smile. “You weren’t here. You can’t see the difference between how he was with them and you.”
The subject was starting to make him uncomfortable, so Nate changed it and went to say his goodbyes to the guys in other departments. Saying goodbye felt a little bittersweet. He may not have wanted this job, but it was the first real job he’d ever had and he’d made a lot of friends.
By the time he finished, it was evening and there was only one thing left.
He returned to the top floor.
Connor was seated at Nate’s—his own desk.
Ignoring the weirdly uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, Nate smiled. “I’m leaving. He’s in, right?”
Connor nodded, glancing at the closed door. “He doesn’t seem to be in a good mood,” he said timidly. All the confidence and smugness he had exuded last week was now gone. Now he seemed as scared of Ferrara as Brenda was.
It shouldn’t have pleased Nate.
“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he said with a shrug and entered the office without knocking.
He closed the door and stared at the man seated behind the desk.