Heart looked in the mirror while washing his hands and mumbled his answers to the interview questions one last time. He adjusted and readjusted every part he could on the pants and the suit jacket, but to him, it was clear it was not made for someone like him. Someone who didn't have the curves of a woman's body.

A door slammed behind him and Heart jumped in surprise.

He glanced up, the reflection of a tall man peered out from behind him. The quiet that was there, well, he had thought he had been alone in, up until the moment when the whole bathroom had reverberated with the sound of the stall door hitting against its latch. He gulped uncomfortably.

The man leaned against the doorway of the stall that had just opened. He placed one arm above his head while the other braced the other side of the doorway lightly. He should have looked stupid reaching out to either side of the stall as if propping it up, but somehow he actually looked cocky and elite. He stared at Heart, their eyes meeting through the mirror and he grinned slowly, like a preening cat who just found prey. Heart glanced back down at his hands that braced the marble of the sink, then back up at the man.

The man's smile was perfect, set symmetrically in a firm heart-shaped face. His dark hair was swept back in pieces, giving his hair the illusion of movement even when it was still. He closed his dark chocolate brown eyes for a moment, then smiled again.

Heart couldn't help but notice the cutest little birthmark right above his left eyelid crease. With a matching one right beneath the left brow bone. The man's eyes flashed as he watched Heart impishly and Heart quickly glanced down so he wouldn't catch those eyes staring at him swallowing him whole.

The man walked over.

Heart wondered what to do next. He had been using the bathroom as if he had been alone...

He had thought he was alone.

Heart looked tentatively from under his lashes into the mirror to take another look at the man. Then had to look back down immediately when the man's deep dark brown eyes locked on his own on purpose as if he had been waiting to ensnare his gaze. His stare was so intense, Heart could feel the throbbing beat of his blood rush through his chest and into his ears.

The lean, tall man came forward and his expensive Versace shoes clicked on the bathroom tile softly. He washed his hands quietly next to Heart without a single word spoken. Heart dabbed lightly with a wet paper at his mouth and hands idling the time away, unsure what to do but completely frozen to the spot. The air around this man was one that made you shrink back, not in terror but out of its sheer massive pressure. This was a man who could silence, board rooms, could cower the elitists and cow those who were unprepared.

Heart really couldn't help it. He felt bad for whoever had to face this guy from across a room, they would be doomed before they had even started.

He glanced back up in the mirror again to see if the man was done yet and caught the man smirking at him.

His smirk seemed vindictive and Heart couldn't fathom what he could have done to this man he had never met to make him feel that way.

'What… That doesn't seem right, this is our first encounter.' He smiled awkwardly, hoping for a reprieve, but the man was relentless. The smile plastered to his face, a velvety grin made to chill and break Heart's spirit.

'I don't even know him. What is with this atmosphere?!'

Heart glared and slammed the wet paper down.

"Is something funny to you? Am I amusing?" Heart snapped nervously.

The man turned to him. The little smirk still on his face.

'How long can you smile... That's not natural... What did I even do? Why... Why is this happening?'

"I don't like time wasters..."

"My time is precious..."

"Time wasters?" Heart said confused.

"I thought you would stop your little speech, but you kept going on and on... So obviously I had to come out, eventually."

The man slowly raked in every inch of Heart.

'Ahh, that's what he had meant.' He couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. This man was clearly important, and he had been stuck in here for at least twenty minutes.'

'That was so careless of him.' Heart hadn't thought to check any of the stalls. 'It had looked empty... Ah, what was he going to do?'

Heart touched the edge of his lady's coat, feeling embarrassed. The man's eyes flicked there and Heart let go quickly so as not to draw attention to it, he already felt like it was glaringly loud, almost announcing it was female, not male. The man looked back up at him and then his sharp eyes glazed across Heart from top to bottom.

Heart gulped uncomfortably and sucked in his lower lip subconsciously, nibbling on it nervously.

"You never stopped, you had nothing else to do?"

"Nothing..." The man took a step closer to Heart and shoved his hands in his suit pockets smoothly. Smiling wickedly he leaned in and the hand that was in his own pocket a moment ago suddenly slipped out of it and reached down towards Heart's crotch.

Hearts breathing slowed and his face flushed as the man's hands touched at the front of his trousers. Heart gulped and closed his eyes. His heart was pounding so fast he could feel it everywhere in his body. He choked back a sound as he felt the man's warm breath tickle his ear as he leaned in very closely.

"The next time you want to wear a woman's suit to an interview, you might want to make sure it fits you in all areas." His voice came out a slight lilt of amusement churning through its deep baritone.

The soft, husky hum slithered all over Heart's ear, making his body shiver.

With that one sentence, this man had stripped him of his confidence and made him feel exposed. Heart wondered what was wrong with him. Because the moment the shiver ended, his body began telling him he wanted more.

He knew he should feel repulsed, annoyed, disgusted, maybe creeped out, not because he was a man. But because he was invading his personal space without permission and yet, he didn't.

Not at all.

'What does he want? What is he going to do to me?' Heart tried to think if there was some way he had met this guy the week before and forgotten. Maybe he had run into him?

There was a small zipping sound and he felt stunned as his pants got unbearably tighter as the zipper, zipped closed around his length. The man pulled back and headed for the door as if zipping up another man's pants for him was something he did every day for someone.

Heart stared after him, stunned.

"My fly was undone." Hearts stated stupidly.

"Hmm," the man scoffed with an air of superiority.

'Why did I like that so much?' Heart blinked twice, realizing the guy had stopped again at the door and was looking back at him.

"Why didn't you just tell me so I could zip it up?" Heart asked, feeling utterly embarrassed by the rush of desire that had attacked him against his will.

"It's just a zipper, what's a low fly between friends" He quipped.

"Friends?" Heart stuttered.

'When did we become friends? I don't even know your name.'

"Yes, I assume we are friends since I just had to waste twenty minutes of my time listening to your drivel. After all, that's what friends do, they listen to each other." He said, icily, his sarcastic purr etching itself down Heart's body.

Causing him to shiver with delight.

"Oh, since we are friend's number one fifty-two, might I add you need to get some confidence. You look fine and you know your stuff if you're qualified I guarantee the head judges here are very unbiased and you will get the job." He said honestly.

"I look nice?" Heart looked down at himself, feeling very pleased and excited to hear those words. The tips of his ears turned red.

The man nodded slowly, in a very alluring way.

"It's a nice suit. I would say it's a very good fit on your body. I quite like the princess seaming on your figure. It fits you in all the right places, one fifty-two." His tongue flicked out and wet his lips, making them glossy under the bright lights. Heart gulped.

'Why do I feel like he is complimenting me the same way he would describe his meal enjoyment to a chef for his dinner?'

"Next time make sure your fly is up, those pants already, leave so little to the imagination." He added huskily with a bemused, almost growling chuckle. Then he winked and the door swung closed behind him as he walked out.

Heart gasped for breath, realizing he had been taking such small ones before that he had practically stopped breathing since the man had leaned in towards him.

He looked down at his crotch uncomfortable by the rush of adrenaline that was creating a heavy ache.

'Was it his imagination or had, he just had a reaction in not just his stomach when the man had touched him there.'

He looked back up at his shirt where the number one hundred and fifty-two was pinned and groaned.

'Whoever that man was he knew his number now and what he was here for.'

'And he had just made a total fool of himself in front of him.'

'All he could hope for was that he would never see him again.'