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Murphy had been caught harassing his staff. He’d believed in me. Now that same man sat in front of me, and I felt disrespectful thinking about him sexually. It seemed… dirty.
    “Well, I’d better get off.” He turned to me. I didn’t want to stand up because my nether regions were in no condition to be seen. Looking around for something to cover my traitorous groin—a Roman shield, a dustbin lid—I settled for a cushion and fondled it nervously.
    “Thanks for coming by. That was very kind of you.” I stood up, holding the cushion in front. If he noticed my discomfort, he ignored it like the gentleman he was. He looked as if he were about to say something, then changed his mind. He nodded as he made his way to the door. “No problem. I’m very fond of you, Toby. You do a great job for me here, and I want you to be happy.”
    I walked over to the door behind him, heaving a sigh of relief. He was about to open the door when he turned suddenly. His move made him stand very close to me, our fronts almost touching. I could smell his scent and feel the heat of his body. He smelled like warm man and something spicy. I swallowed in horror as my cock grew harder.
    Dear Jesus, this couldn’t be happening. This was Simon, for fuck’s sake!
    His gray eyes bored into mine, and I felt slightly faint at their intensity. Something was happening here. The man was simply exuding sexual tension in my direction.
    “You are happy here, aren’t you?” he asked softly. “At this hotel, with me?”
    I swallowed again. “Yes, Simon. I’m happy. You gave me a chance here when no one else would, and I’ll always appreciate that.” I held the cushion tightly in front so he didn’t notice the tenting of my sweatpants and the slight wet patch on the front.
    What kind of sicko was I that I was getting the hots for a forty-year-old man who was my boss and who I’d known for years?
    “Appreciation,” he murmured. “Hmm.” He sounded disappointed. “I had rather hoped—”
    I had no idea what he was going to say because there was another knock on the door. He opened it. Alan stood there with my sandwich. The look on his face at finding the two of us in my small room together was nothing short of gob-stopping. His face went beet red as he looked at my relaxed state of dress, the cushion I held, my sweats hanging low on my hips with a slight sight of belly and hair, and the fact I had a man in my room, behind closed doors, the hotel owner no less.
    “Alan, my boy. Give me Toby’s dinner before you drop it.” Simon chuckled wickedly. He took the plate, looked down at the sandwich and sniffed, then looked at me. I was still standing there, trying hard to fight the heat in my groin.
    He tsked as he passed the plate on to me. “Toby, you really need to eat properly. This isn’t a meal. Honestly, you youngsters think anything between two slices of bread is sufficient to keep you nourished. Alan, my boy, stop looking at me as if I’ve grown another head. This is purely an innocent visit, I can assure you, and I’ll count on you to keep it as such or else.” His threatening tone left no room for doubt as to what the “or else” might be. Death might be preferable.
    Alan nodded. “Of course, sir. I didn’t think anything else, I promise.” His panicked eyes found mine, and I tried to smile reassuringly.
    I’d certainly grown another head, was still growing in fact.
    I held the plate in one hand, the cushion in the other. The hand with the plate was shaking slightly, and I saw the sandwich slide down the plate, as if wanting to escape. I cursed silently, willing it to stay captive.
    “Well, let’s be off, young man, and leave Toby to enjoy his nutritional meal in peace.” Simon clapped Alan on the back, holding his shoulder tightly as they walked down the softly lit corridor. Alan winced. Simon waved a hand in my direction. “Toby, thanks for the chat. I’m glad you’re okay. We’ll chat more later. I have something I