A Hunger to Share ( Book One )

chapter 45

Andre Hamann, German model, as Hans  

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James    

One Week Later

Germany     

James checked his watch as he ascended the stairs of the süsses loch club, music filling his ears. He didn't want to be late for his millionth job interview.

He could have went back to his former job but he didn't want to. That place reminded him too much of Ada and he wanted to put her past him.

James had tried to find a job that wasn't bartendering, but so far everywhere he went he'd been turned down.

Jack had wanted him to join him at the security company he worked at, but that job was dull and too much like hunting. He wanted to put that behind him as well.

So here he was, hoping to land another bartendering job, but at least this one was in a gay bar, and he didn't have to worry about anyone reminding him of Ada.

It was drama free.

James walked down the short hallway, and knocked on the first door on the left.

"It was about time. Come in you bastard." A cheery voice called out.

James frowned at the man's informal tone and stepped in. He regretted it instantly. His possible future boss was bent over a younger man, ass naked, and fucking him into the couch.

James cursed the loud music, and his stupid, ordinary human ears for not having heard them before stepping into his office.

"I'm so sorry..." James stammered, and looked away quickly, but not before he cought an involuntary flash of the man's sweaty body, and the black dragon tattoo snaking up his upper right thigh, ending on his ass cheek.

The man looked up while still inside the one beneath him, a flash of amusment brightening up his eyes. "I thought you were someone else."

"I...I'll just..." James felt franticaly for the door handle.

"Who might you be?" He demanded.

"I...I'm here for a job interview?"

Wow, way to go James. He mentaly scolded himself.

Realization dawned on the man's handsome face. "I told you to be here at elevan a.m."

"Sir, It is elevan a.m."

He looked at the clock above his desk. "Fuck. I lost track of time..."

"We're done." The young man beneath him hissed in embaressment.

James was sure he was blushing. This was not how he's expected this job interview to go. He couldn't stand to be turned down again.

"I'll call you later." He withrew himself and stood up, not shy about his still semi erect member.

James looked away again.

"You only call when you want to fuck me." The young man mumbled, throwing on his clothe without much care.

"Is there any other reason to call someone?" He asked with a playfull smirk, eyes locked with James's.

"Fuck you Hans."

"You just did." Hans slapped the man's ass, and made him yelp.

"I'm sorry. I'll...I'll wait outside." James turned around and bumped into someone's chest.

He stumbled back, and would have fallen on his ass if the newcomer haden't cought his arm, and hauled him back to his feet.

James looked up, and rubbed his aching nose, intimidated by the new man's sharp look. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you..."

"How you could not see that gorgeous bastard is beyond me." Hans chuckled, and leaned against his desk, still naked.

The young man hurried out of the office, while holding up his middle finger to Hans.

"You'll run back here the next time I call, you horny shit." Hans called after him.

James winced, feeling bad for the guy. He made to follow him, but realized the scary man was still holding on to his arm.

"Don't you have a job interview?" He asked.

James instantly picked up on his russian accent, having spent some time in that country. "I...I was just leaving. It looks like I came at the wrong time..." James ripped his arm out of the man's hold.

"Oh you haven't come at all..." Hans said with a flirtatious smirk, running a hand through his messy brown hair. "Yet."

James tried to control his blushing, and failed miserably.

"Stop hitting on him Hans." The new guy scolded him. "And put some clothe on. No one here wants to see you naked."

"What about you?" Hans winked at James.

"Not-not interested sir." James looked away, cheeks burning.

"I'm serious. Get dressed, and join us in my office, that is if you're not waiting for another twink."

"You're no fun." Hans grunted, but went to grab his clothe from the floor, giving them a perfect view of his firm ass, and his dragon tattoo.

The newcomer opened the door. "Follow me please. I'll interview you."