MILE
I watch as the intern excuses herself before running off. Her flirtation was obvious enough for me to catch but I was having none of it.
She has to be in her early or mid twenties which makes me wince. I never date anyone who is not in my age bracket and although I always have girls in this age bracket hitting on me, I always turn them down.
I prefer to date people my own age.
"P'Mile."
Well, not always. Barcode is the exemption. The first and the last person I will ever break this rule for.
Fuck!
What the hell am I thinking entertaining someone more than a decade younger than me.
I turn around to look at him and I once again understand why I am struck by someone so beautiful. Hell, he is prettier than the girl who just walked out of here and when he blinks at me like that....
Snap put of it, Mile.
This is a temporary thing. I cannot afford to loose sight of what we have and that is just a week. Six days now that this one has already started.
"Let's go," I say to him, turning around and walking out and he follows me like the good little kitten that he is.
We walk in silence to my office, occasionally nodding at the people we pass by. Not many of the actors have offices at the agency but I got one. Although I own very few shares at the company, I am the biggest investor of the company and my place has never been questioned.
"Close the door behind you," I call out once we are in my office, stripping off my coat and draping it over my office chair before walking back towards him, eyes on Barcode as I back him to the closed door. He gasps out when I snake my hand under his hoodies, gently caressing my way up his soft body.
"Daddy," he whimpers, his eyes fluttering to a close under my ministrations.
"I have a few things for you to learn, Kitten, but first, I have to teach you control," I say, boring my eyes into his pretty face. "We need to teach your eager little friend how to wait."
His face flushes into a crimson color and when his eyes shoot to mine, I read the desire in them.
"I want that too," he whispers, his eyes widening when my hands drop to his bulging pants.
"Okay. Let's start," I say, caressing the skin under the hoodie softly as I stroke his erection with the other. He sucks in a sharp breath when I run my hands over him and I watch him right until I notice he's close to the edge before fully withdrawing my touch.
"No!" he whines, pushing forward but I ignore him, walking to my desk and settling behind the desk.
"That's all the lesson you'll get this morning," I say. He glares at me, his eyes promising murder but there is little he can do now that he's given me control and he must notice it too because he drops the angry expression for something much softer.
"Why did you tease me? I was so close.... it's not fair."
"I told you that you need a lesson in control."
"Can I learn control tomorrow," he whines, walking towards me and settles on my lap. I know I should stop him but something about that pretty face with his pretty brown eyes and a slight pout to his lips just does something to me.
If someone had told me a week ago that I would have Barcode in my office, on my lap, begging me with his pretty brown eyes to get him off... I would have scoffed before tossing them off a bridge for making such an unfunny joke.
And yet... here we are.
Did I say I was the one calling the shots in this relationship? Maybe not.
"Kitten..."
"We have seven days. Imagine all that time to teach me control. Can we forfeit the lesson this time, please?" he begs, grabbing my large hand and guiding it under this hoodie. "Please..."
Fuck!
I find myself giving into his pleas. I can only describe it as madness as I lean in and kiss him, lifting him onto my office desk and proceeding to do as he asks. I have to clamp a hand on his mouth to stop the sound of his moan from making it's way out of this office.
Despite my position or contribution to the company, I would have no way of explaining this.
There is a satisfied grin on Barcodes face when he finally sits up on the desk. Hair flops onto his flashed face and I find myself subconsciously sweeping a hand to push it back where I am rewarded by a grin.
"Make no mistake, Kitten, this is the last time I am giving into your pleas like this."
"Okay," he says in a tone that doesn't seem agreeable but I choose to ignore it. I'll let my action speak for themselves next time.
"You need to go now," I say, pushing away from him and settling back in my chair. I grab a few tissues and wipe my hand down before tossing it straight to the bin.
"Can I see you later tonight?" Barcode asks, jumping off the desk but doesn't immediately leave.
"Text me your location at six and I will send a car for you."
His lips fold in a pout. "But I want you to pick me up.
I shake my head, starting my computer. It's something I should have done half hour ago but I was busy kissing him and stocking his length into spilling on my palm. Shit, maybe I am getting a little too carried away in our agreement.
"P'Mile," he calls out in a whiny voice, reminding me that I haven't answered him yet.
"Let's limit our public contact for now, Kitten," I say, adding the pet name, knowing it will calm him a little. "We can be seen together at work and outside when we're with the other guys but alone, we'll raise questions."
Out of everyone else, he and I typically interact the least. Anything more than that and everyone will grow suspicious.
We can't handle suspicion. Not when there is an expiry date to our little agreement.
