The Elite Press (Complete)

Not Last Year

Slade was amazed as they walked into the building where the ball was being held. The Annual Christmas Ball. No one seemed to know who he was or even look at him. He was kind of relieved. He stayed beside Brooke for most of the night and she just networked all night. She was always looking for bigger and better. He liked that about her actually. She never settled.

"Slade, be a dear and get me a drink while I talk to this executive." Brooke smiled. She had weaseled her way into a crowd of successful and prominent men and never gave a thought to Slade. He was her arm candy.

Slade nodded and walked off. He needed a drink anyway. He caught something out of the corner of his eye, Max just walked in. He was in a tux. Slade almost swooned. Max was very sexy, how was he single?

Slade stared as a very sexy forty-something woman slid onto his arm. She was wearing a very sexy Christmas red dress. She was gorgeous. Her mocha skin was beautiful against the red dress. She whispered to Max and he smiled a shy smile and shook his head. She shrugged and walked over to a man. She was dancing while Max walked to the bar. Alone.

"Hey, Max." Slade smiled as he walked up. "You look great in a tux."

Max nodded. "Everyone does!" He turned to the bartender. "A very dirty martini. Please." He was trying not to die. Slade in a tux was mind blowing. He almost fainted at the subtle glance. That image was seared into his brain.

"Make that two." Slade smiled. "This is amazing. Your dad does this every year?"

"He does. He loves to entertain people. You two have something in common." Max smiled and took his drink. He hadn't looked at Slade, directly. It would be like looking into the sun. He would go blind or die.

"Me and you have nothing in common." Slade smiled and sipped his martini as he leaned against the bar.

"Well, we like the same drink." Max smiled as he turned to watch the crowd of people dancing.

Slade toasted him. "It's my favorite. Especially now that I know that it's yours too."

Max smiled that shy smile. "Well, thanks. Enjoy the party." He started to walk off.

"Hey, who was that woman you walked in with?" Slade watched people dancing and he wanted to talk to Max some more. He wasn't ready to let him go. He noticed that Max took off every chance he got.

"My receptionist, Alyssa." Max took a sip. He could use several of these drinks right now.

"She's sexy. You're not together?" Slade watched Max, who still hadn't looked at him.

"No. She loves to flirt." Max sighed.

"She's gorgeous." Slade smiled. He was trying to get an idea about Max. He couldn't read him but he was curious. He kept reliving the looks he got from Max since they met.

"Alyssa is gorgeous and she's a great receptionist." Max smiled. "A good friend too. Enjoy the party, Slade."

"Max, you too." Slade inhaled. "Well, I have to find Brooke. She will leave with some other guy." Slade smiled and walked off.

Max watched him and shook his head. Slade was delicious in a tux. Max was about to drool and chase him down, tackle him and fuck him on the dance floor.

He took a breath and took a sip. He allowed just this one drink all year. He savored it while he enjoyed his imagination.

Slade walked back to Brooke. She gasped. "Guys, this is Slade. He's the drummer for a very famous band! Sexy, isn't he!"