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and being royally escorted from her office like his colleagues had been.
Brook gave a satisfied sigh as he sipped his steaming latte that had magically appeared on his table. He knew two things. One, he was definitely coming back to this restaurant again and again. Two, he was so going to convince Lenny to give them another chance. The man wouldn’t be able to resist him.
*****
Thursday afternoon Lenny sat down and had a stiff drink from the brandy bottle he kept in his desk drawer. He double-checked his lipstick—a pale pink, he hated bright colours on his lips—and applied a bit more mascara. These were the only two items of make-up he used, preferring the au naturel look. First impressions counted for everything in this business. Lenny was sure his dark grey pants suit, with his red chiffon blouse and pale grey and white silk scarf was a testament to power dressing. This Mr Hunter was going to end up giving him the damn loan he wanted and take the ten percent shareholding, or leave with a flea in his ear, Lenny reflected grimly as he swallowed his brandy.
It wasn’t that Lenny was desperate for the money; he had a fairly substantial amount squirrelled away in various offshore and onshore accounts. It was simply he was loathe to dip into those reserves as he had plans to expand the business in the next two years and would need every penny. If he could get a small loan now for the new material he needed for his new designs at a good deal, then using someone else’s money made sense. But he wasn’t going to sell his soul to do it.
A loud, heavy I mean you to hear me sigh at the door made him turn. He already knew who he’d find standing there. Leslie’s blue eyes regarded him soulfully, black bangs obscuring his forehead as he leaned against the door to Lenny’s office.
“Laverne, do you still need me in your meeting at two?” His voice was hopeful and a little plaintive at the same time and Lenny wanted to chuckle at the woebegone expression on Leslie’s lovely face.
“Yes, my sugarplum, I do.” He shook his head. “I don’t know what’s so damn scary about this meeting, really I don’t.”
Leslie scowled. “They’re so boring. And they make my head hurt. Honestly I’d rather watch Top Gear than be in here. And you know how I hate Top Gear . All those cars and macho testosterone. Oliver loves it,” he said gloomily. “He makes me sit with him and watch those crazy guys doing all those stupid things. I try and distract him in…other ways.” He grinned slyly. “But sometimes he resists me and I have to watch stupid cars zooming around a boring desert or something equally as bleh.”
“Resist you?” Lenny said. “How the hell does he manage to do that? I doubt I could, my chicken. You are Leslie the Irresistible, after all.”
“I know!” Leslie remarked. “It should be a crime punishable by non-masturbation. Guys should have their hands tied behind their backs while I undress and dance in front of them, and they can do nothing about it. I’d be wearing my heels and my satin undies and really make them all hot and bothered.” His eyes sparkled. “There’s an idea. Maybe tonight I can get something to tie Oliver up—”
Lenny passed a hand over his forehead, the thought of that whole scenario making his own cock rise in his fairly tight suit pants. He wouldn’t ever admit to the man in front of him that image turned him on or he’d suffer Leslie’s glee and teasing for the rest of his life.
I am a red-blooded man, after all, and if that whole idea didn’t give me a damn woody, I’d be a sorry specimen. But I don’t want to have dirty thoughts here at the workplace about my employees and their porn star boyfriends. Hell, I need to get laid.
“Please don’t bring your fantasies into my office.” Because they become mine . “Could you go find Naomi and ask here whether Mr Hunter has called to confirm his appointment and see if she’s got an update for me?”
Leslie
Brook gave a satisfied sigh as he sipped his steaming latte that had magically appeared on his table. He knew two things. One, he was definitely coming back to this restaurant again and again. Two, he was so going to convince Lenny to give them another chance. The man wouldn’t be able to resist him.
*****
Thursday afternoon Lenny sat down and had a stiff drink from the brandy bottle he kept in his desk drawer. He double-checked his lipstick—a pale pink, he hated bright colours on his lips—and applied a bit more mascara. These were the only two items of make-up he used, preferring the au naturel look. First impressions counted for everything in this business. Lenny was sure his dark grey pants suit, with his red chiffon blouse and pale grey and white silk scarf was a testament to power dressing. This Mr Hunter was going to end up giving him the damn loan he wanted and take the ten percent shareholding, or leave with a flea in his ear, Lenny reflected grimly as he swallowed his brandy.
It wasn’t that Lenny was desperate for the money; he had a fairly substantial amount squirrelled away in various offshore and onshore accounts. It was simply he was loathe to dip into those reserves as he had plans to expand the business in the next two years and would need every penny. If he could get a small loan now for the new material he needed for his new designs at a good deal, then using someone else’s money made sense. But he wasn’t going to sell his soul to do it.
A loud, heavy I mean you to hear me sigh at the door made him turn. He already knew who he’d find standing there. Leslie’s blue eyes regarded him soulfully, black bangs obscuring his forehead as he leaned against the door to Lenny’s office.
“Laverne, do you still need me in your meeting at two?” His voice was hopeful and a little plaintive at the same time and Lenny wanted to chuckle at the woebegone expression on Leslie’s lovely face.
“Yes, my sugarplum, I do.” He shook his head. “I don’t know what’s so damn scary about this meeting, really I don’t.”
Leslie scowled. “They’re so boring. And they make my head hurt. Honestly I’d rather watch Top Gear than be in here. And you know how I hate Top Gear . All those cars and macho testosterone. Oliver loves it,” he said gloomily. “He makes me sit with him and watch those crazy guys doing all those stupid things. I try and distract him in…other ways.” He grinned slyly. “But sometimes he resists me and I have to watch stupid cars zooming around a boring desert or something equally as bleh.”
“Resist you?” Lenny said. “How the hell does he manage to do that? I doubt I could, my chicken. You are Leslie the Irresistible, after all.”
“I know!” Leslie remarked. “It should be a crime punishable by non-masturbation. Guys should have their hands tied behind their backs while I undress and dance in front of them, and they can do nothing about it. I’d be wearing my heels and my satin undies and really make them all hot and bothered.” His eyes sparkled. “There’s an idea. Maybe tonight I can get something to tie Oliver up—”
Lenny passed a hand over his forehead, the thought of that whole scenario making his own cock rise in his fairly tight suit pants. He wouldn’t ever admit to the man in front of him that image turned him on or he’d suffer Leslie’s glee and teasing for the rest of his life.
I am a red-blooded man, after all, and if that whole idea didn’t give me a damn woody, I’d be a sorry specimen. But I don’t want to have dirty thoughts here at the workplace about my employees and their porn star boyfriends. Hell, I need to get laid.
“Please don’t bring your fantasies into my office.” Because they become mine . “Could you go find Naomi and ask here whether Mr Hunter has called to confirm his appointment and see if she’s got an update for me?”
Leslie
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