*Stalker*

Chapter 6 *Love for four*

"I never would have thought, that someday the president will make coffee for me."Said shyly Sandra while sitting in a perfectly elegant way on an old wooden chair.

"My father is the president."Stated Jean with a smile of a gentleman.Though he didn't had guess how an assistance knew that kind of information."I am merely a man,working for this company."

Sandra chuckled,and cutely shook her head ."Mr.Andrean,you are so much more than an underbelly here."

Jean arched a brow."Really?"He wasn't bothered with the comment.In fact,he wasn't bothered with anything.He had a night so arousing and satisfying,that he couldn't even give a shit if the shooting were to turn into catastrophe.He was absolutely sated,well fucked and well rested.For the first time, he gave in,he went into the game.Flip-flop.The word just couldn't write down the pleasure he got from fucking Tito and being fucked in return ,just as wildly and freely like a caveman, without thoughts.He got hot and bothered just thinking about it."My father thinks everybody's work is as important as his own.Even the doorman's of the company.He is a reflection of the company and of him ,just as much as me or you."

Perfectly shaped red lips smiled and nodded."Wise words from a wise man.You and your father have a way with words,must run in the family."

Jean took it as a compliment,as he poured hot water in the tea-cup after adding the tea-leaf.As much as he hated when somebody kept comparing him to his old man,it wasn't negative comment.And he has to learn how to handle it.He will hear it day in,and day out in the future.Just as much as he heard it in the past.

"Morning."Rushed inside the kitchen Dan with a flustered look on his face, when Jean was just handing over Sandra her hot tea.James was on his tail of course and Jean had to roll his eyes.

"What's up little James?"Not even bothering to greet back, Jean went over and ruffled the redhead's unkept main of a hair.It was red and curly.Cute,just like James.

James let him do it,no matter how many times he kept objecting against the pet-names he got from the French,or the unnecessary and too friendly touches, he was never able to won.So,he gave up and let it happen.He suffered trough it silently ,knowing the teasing will end sooner this way.

Dan stared the blonde man ,offended somehow.But after a moment he shrugged the feeling off and went over to Sandra."Why are you here?We are looking for you!Tito want's the models to change and you have the keys to the bedrooms."

Sandra looked surprised and ashamed a bit."I am so sorry.I didn't know.In theory the girls changing in the afternoon."

Dan sighed."Yeah,in theory.But our artist here isn't working according to any schedule."Knew it wasn't the lady's fault in the first place,still he was forced to hear the hysterical fuss the photographer was throwing.Making him angry and inpatient."Just drink your tea,he needs time to calm down anyway."

"Thanks."Sandra hurriedly but politely continued to drink her tea,with a deep shade of red on her cheeks.

Jean walked past Dan and without a word, got out another cup and started to make another tea.Boiled water,got the tea-leafs,and added a lots of sugar with a bit of honey. All the while humming to himself.

Dan couldn't really stop himself from glaring.The man hadn't let him sleep the entire night ,and was happily humming to himself like a frickin' lovebird,while he was at the end of his rope.Tired,grumpy and exhausted.And Jean was acting too intimate with his co-worker Just to add to his, "Why I hate the French" list.

"Our primadonna is still fuming?"Chuckled Jean while he asked with humor.He gave James the tea,who looked perplexed,and blushed a little while murmuring a quiet "Thank you."Before answering properly.