Dimitrios frowned at the compensation amount. Hell no. Remi was so exquisitely gorgeous; he would never insult him by offering so little. He set the thought aside and moved on, feeling himself get hot around the collar as he looked at the list of approved sex acts and kinks again, reading the items one by one and imagining doing each and every one with the pretty boy.
Dimitrios was already hard by the time he got to the pictures. There were more now than he’d seen in the profile and Remi was wearing different outfits in some of them.
Dimitrios studied them carefully, devouring the images with his eyes. They were simple glamor shots, mostly of his face. He wished there was a full body shot of him. He wondered if he had a nice ass. He hoped so, because Dimitrios loved nothing more than a perfect, round…
“Hey! We going to lunch today or what?” Leon snapped from the doorway. He hadn’t even heard the door open.
“Uh… yeah.” Dimitrios slipped the phone in his pocket and discreetly adjusted himself under the desk before standing and grabbing his coat and gloves, following Leon out toward the elevators.
As they stepped into the elevator, Leon finally exploded. Dimitrios could tell he had been holding in all his frustration. Dimitrios was equally frustrated, but currently a little distracted by imagining Remi’s pale skin against his black sheets.
“Those fucking assholes are going to drive me crazy! I am so close to telling them to fuck off and finding a new manufacturing plant, or building one.”
“Do it, ask around and get some bids. There are so many companies who would love our business. We could always find one with a good reputation and see if we could absorb it into our company. Then we don’t have to deal with bullshit like this. Things will be easier if we don’t have to fight the manufacturer at every turn.” Dimitrios said.
Their conversation centered on this topic for most of the drive and meal, but after a while they ran out of steam to complain about stupid manufacturers and their useless management. The conversation turned back to the personal.
“So, what was up with the secret personal call? After you finished you were back to smiling and looking all happy. Don’t bullshit me, Dimi. I know you too well for it. Are you seeing someone?” Leon asked.
“I’m not seeing anyone.” Technically true. “Look, it’s personal. I know that you’re just worried about me, and that’s very nice of you. But I’m an adult. I’m fine. I promise that if I need to talk or anything, you’ll be the first to know.”
Leon gave him a long, hard look and sighed.
“Alright, fine. What choice do I have?”
Dimitrios felt a small fondness for his friend who was like a big brother to him. Leon had looked out for him since they were kids, and still tried to, despite the fact that they were both in their 30’s. It was nice to have a loyal friend who was always there for him, even if he was a nosy bastard sometimes.
Their usual banter returned as they ate the rest of their lunch and headed back to the office. Dimitrios was already getting behind on work, but he knew that staying late tonight wasn’t an option, since he had his meeting with Remi. He would likely have to stay late for the next couple of nights.
The rest of the day felt like it lasted an eternity, the way that a day always felt when you were looking forward to something. Eventually, 5 o’clock rolled around and Dimitrios left with a smile on his face, looking forward to finally meeting his pretty boy in person. He was sure that he could provide what Remi wanted financially. But Dimitrios was more interested in the list of kinks and other experiences he might be able to provide the omega in the way of orgasms, and items to check off his bucket list.
Chapter 4
Pretty Boy
Remiwassonervousthat he felt like his stomach was going to fall out of his mouth as he boarded the subway, headed for a much wealthier part of New York. As he got off one train and waited for another one, he realized just how underdressed he was. The people surrounding him were all in business suits or expensive designer brands, with thick, warm coats that kept the winter chill at bay.
Remi shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as a gust of cold wind announced the arrival of the next train. He looked down at the torn knees of his jeans that he’d owned since high school, noticing how pink his skin was from the cold.
His muscles were quivering from the chill, teeth chattering as his second train arrived and he gratefully stepped onto the packed train, setting his heavy backpack between his feet and grabbing a handhold as the train began to move again. The car was packed, and he was pressed in on all sides. A few minutes into the ride, he felt a hand brush his ass.
Remi scooted forward a little, assuming it was just an accident, but after a few moments it happened again. Then the hand groped him. Remi turned and looked up into the face of a young-ish alpha, not terribly handsome, with very bland and unassuming features. Remi didn’t bother to keep his voice low as he addressed the asshole.
“Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”
The people around them all turned to watch the confrontation. The alpha who’d grabbed his ass looked angry.
“Whatever, bitch. I didn’t touch you.”
“Uh-huh. Let’s keep it that way.”
He turned back around and grabbed his handhold, one hand going down to his backpack and grabbing the handle on top, getting ready to disembark at his stop. Just as they were approaching the next station where Remi would need to get off, he felt the hand return and grab his ass again. He didn’t bother addressing the alpha again, Remi just turned, let go of his handhold and punched the groper right in the nose as hard as he could. He felt a shock of pain ring up his arm at the force of the impact, his hand immediately starting to throb, and he knew his knuckles would be bruised.
“I said, keep your hands to yourself, asshole!” Remi barked, slipping through the crowd and off the train as everyone else was still in uproar.
He jogged through the station and up the stairs, out onto the street, and to the bus stop, throwing his backpack over his shoulders as he ran. He couldn’t stop smiling, even as he shook out his hand, turning his wrist to test the joint and make sure he hadn’t hurt it.
That wasn’t the first time and probably wouldn’t be the last time he had to confront someone that didn’t know how to keep their hands to themselves. A lot of alphas liked to think that omegas were all meek and helpless, but Remi didn’t take shit from anyone. Especially not idiots who thought that having a nice ass was an invitation to grope him.