Catch the Thunder

Dream Lover

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Freed read through a report about the Asian market growth. One detail in particular looked promising. If they could send some representatives to Tokyo next week and close a deal...

EEEEEEEK ... SHWUF ... EEEEEEEK ... SHWUF

Freed heard the noise behind him. He knew the sound well. Once a week, at about this time, the window washer showed up. It was like clockwork, right during the lunch hour when most of the staff was gone. Not Freed, though. The CEO rarely had that luxury. The only time he went out to eat was when he brunched with clients.

He pulled out his phone, pretending to check some texts, but turned on his camera to selfie mode. He used it as a mirror, looking behind his shoulder. It was him again. Blond, bulky muscles that showed through a wet tank top, part of a tattoo visible, tight beaten-up jeans, utility belt with safety lines hooked into the scaffold he used to reach the top floor of the building. Freed had noticed him for a while now. He was not in charge of hiring janitors, landscapers, or maintenance crew, but he had looked up this man's file in the company data bank.

Laxus Dreyar, age twenty-four. He had worked only odd jobs all his life: electrician, bouncer, something listed as "products demonstrator" which sounded fishy. No college education, no family besides an ancient grandfather, single ... wonderfully single!

Freed put away his phone and stood from his desk. He walked up to the window, boldly facing the massive blond man. Their eyes locked through the pane of glass. The blond paused in his work and gave a curt nod.

"Morning, sir. I'll be done soon."

"Mmh, it's all right," Freed said with a smirk, still looking straight at him.

He saw discomfort on the scarred face and relished it. Laxus tried to return to his job, expertly swiping his blade over the glass, then using a rag to buff away any streaks. Freed knew other windows did not get such diligent care. This worker knew this window was special. It was the boss's window. Either someone told him to make sure it was wiped so there were no water streaks, or Laxus did it out of respect. Their previous window washer had not taken so much care, so Freed assumed it was not part of the standard orders. Laxus polished the window out of his own accord.

Freed noticed, too!

He tapped the side of the glass, where just a tiny streak of water was left behind. "Missed a spot."

Laxus glared at him, but he pulled out a squirt bottle hooked to his belt, normally used on the lower windows that got mud splashes or the occasional bird dropping on a window that needed extra care. He sprayed the spot, wiping it to perfection. He looked back to Freed, as if silently asking if everything was in order now so he could move on to the next window.

Oh, but Freed wasn't done admiring his view.

He shifted up close to the glass, leaned over slightly, and licked the window right over Laxus' crotch. The blond tensed up and instantly blushed at the lewd act. The step back he took rattled the scaffold. Freed raised back up with a devious gleam in his turquoise eyes.

"Missed a spot," he said again in an arrogant tone.

It took a moment for the blond to find his voice. "Sir, I clean the outside windows."

"Well, clean this," he ordered, smirking at the discomfort.

Laxus grunted in exasperation and shook his head. Damn haughty rich asshole! "Apologies, sir, but I've got windows to clean. Outside windows. There's janitors to do the inside."