Sweet Sensations

Chapter Two

Dominick

I stepped into the elevator while I removed my mask, then pulled my headset out from my blazer, popping it on immediately to call Zachary. With a raging erection and the vision of that man's perfect ass filling my mind, I didn't exactly want to be talking business, but it was useless to try to tell him that.

"Dominick, man, the guys who are developing this app for me just folded. I need you to help me figure this one out."

"Can't you just get a new team?" I asked as the elevator hurtled downward. "I moved to Denver to take a break from this New York crap. You and I don't even work on digital stuff together."

"I know. That's why I thought you'd be able to recommend a team for me. And don't worry, I'll send over the regular finder's fee. How's Denver?"

The doors opened to the back lobby, and I pulled out my phone, flipping through a few emails I'd received while separated from it at the penthouse. "It's good. Comfortable. I'm even leaving a mildly successful sex party at this very moment."

He barked a laugh. "What's mildly successful mean?"

I stepped into the SUV that was waiting for me, greeting the driver quickly and buckling in. "I was actually enticed by someone, although I got dragged away to deal with a non-emergency business emergency on the coast before anything fun could materialize."

"Sorry about that."

"No you aren't," I joked as the buildings began to fly, the vehicle speeding across the city. "But yes, I can put you in touch with my guy. He'll be able to sort you out in no time."

"Thank god," Zachary sighed. "This whole project is on the edge of crashing and burning. Since when do you go to sex parties, anyway? I thought you preferred discreet clubs."

I glanced at the driver. He didn't seem to be paying attention, but I still preferred discretion. "Brock had a contact in Denver, suggested it might be a good way to re-introduce myself to the city. Anyway, it just confirmed what I'm actually looking for."

"What's that? Some submissive who won't get in the way of your legendary business career?"

My mind immediately went back to the guy in the club, quivering in front of me in his bright teal shirt. "I'm picky," I said. "Sue me."

I heard ice clinking in a glass. Zachary took a satisfied sip of his cocktail, then hummed pleasantly to himself. "I'd be picky, too, considering the string of bad luck you'd had. Hell, things with Charles ended so poorly you fled the city."

"That's not why I left the city," I corrected. "I've been too busy to spend any real time in Denver since my grandmother passed, and this urban revitalization project came with a salary I couldn't pass up." I sighed, rubbing my hand across my forehead. "If people start saying I left because of Charles, will you please shut that down?"

"Sure, sure," Zachary assured me. "I'll make sure everyone knows it's the exciting earning potential of Denver that lured you away."

The driver pulled up to my place, and I passed off an extra twenty to thank him. The building was a luxury high-rise, named The Junction. I strolled by the doormen with a quick nod and took the elevator up to my apartment on the twentieth floor while Zachary updated me on the latest New York gossip. When I stepped into my temporary home, I punched a couple of buttons on my phone and switched Zachary to a video call, his face appearing on the few screens I had strategically placed around the chic, contemporary interior.

Zachary chuckled, his bushy eyebrows crumpling as the video feed kicked in. "It looks exactly like your New York apartment."

I tossed my blazer on the couch and fixed myself a bourbon from the bar. "It should. I told the decorator I wanted the place to feel like home."