'This wasn't fair... Why was his body betraying him like this, and why was it doing so, so strongly? He could never convince Saint not to pull anything daily if his body melted for him every time he touched him even lightly.'

Heart smirked. 'Playing fair. Guys like this never played fair, the only way to win with guys like this was to turn the tables back on them. To make them feel like they had lost power.'

Heart reached up and suddenly wrapped his arms around Saint's neck coyly then pulled himself up and off of the desk so that his lips were just grazing, softly brushing, across Saint's lips. The soft wet flesh felt delectable and it sent a plethora of shivers down Hearts spine and the desire to press into them, taste them. Reluctantly, he pulled himself from his lips and up to his ear.

"Or maybe it's a trap..." Heart whispered.

Saint froze and pulled Heart away, anger darkening his eyes and brandishing them like fiery weapons. He glared into Heart's eyes, his gaze like a deep ravenous hunger devouring every inch of him.

Heart looked nervous, but he wasn't glancing away like a shy, coy girl, but at Saint. In fact, he kept trying to tell himself not to even think about looking back down at Saint's wet juicy red lips. The more he tried not to, the more his gaze was pulled there, and he felt himself getting aroused. He gulped, trying to swallow his emotions and the hunger that burned down him at the thought of those lips.

Saint chuckled and his smile was victorious.

"So trap me..."

Heart stopped, the spell was broken by his surprise.

"What?" Heart's eyes fluttered and he looked up into Saint's eyes about to protest.

Just then he found himself being picked up and spun around then bent over the desk with his butt sticking out. Saint bent forward, pressing into him, his hands slid across Heart's chest and body inching closer and closer to his pants.

"Did you hear that the boss here likes Men... That all your problems can be fixed by sleeping with him? Do you want me to fix all your problems with money? Are you offering yourself?"

"If you don't want a job... Do you want to seduce me so you can blackmail me?" His hands slid up and down Hearts hips and he rubbed across the sides his hands slipping onto Hearts bottom. Heart turned over trying to avoid it. This just brought him mercilessly close, face to face with Saint.

Whose entire gaze was filled with a heavy, ravenous desire and despite seeing that Heart was out of his depth, he had just meant to show dominance so that Saint would know he couldn't take advantage of him, but then it turned like this. Saint clearly wasn't about to go easy on him.

"Beg me..." Saint reached out and pulled Heart against him. So that Heart was pushed off of the desk with his arms, his body straight as a plank against Saint's. He groaned, not sure what had come over him.

Heart opened his mouth to protest, but instead, a moan slipped out from his open lips. He froze surprised.

Saint stopped.

Heart felt something tight restricting his ankle, even though he knew nothing was there and ignored it. Instead, he willed his body to calm down, unsure why these intense emotions were rushing over him.

Saint let him go, his voice was ragged with hunger as he panted lightly.

"Sign the papers for me?" Saint purred.

Heart shivered again, but finally slowly nodded his head yes.

He gulped, trying to regain his composure and catch his breath and it took him a moment to realize Saint had let go of him. He didn't know when he had done so and when it had just become Heart pressing himself into Saint of his own accord.

Heart sat down, shaking, his arms feeling like jello and his body, and every nerve on fire.

Saint smirked pleased he had said yes.

He grabbed the fancy pen Saint held out to him and bent over the papers to sign. He had his first name written down. When he looked back up, still clearly in a bit of a daze.

"Why... Mme?" Heart asked softly. Almost too quiet to hear.

Saint smirked. "Because I want you."

Heart gulped.

"And I want you to want me to." Saint stood up and came around the desk. Then got down on his knees and put a hand on Heart's upper thigh.

"If you are okay with it..."

"Sign..."

"Be my slave." He stared intensely into Heart's eyes. Their chocolate brown pools devouring him, melting him. Causing him to ooze inside.

Heart turned from the waist up and read through the papers quickly before he stalled for a moment before he signed them. Then he turned back and slowly held out the pen for Saint to take.

"You're okay with your own decision. You won't come back later and snap that its Sexual Harassment? You are agreeing to all terms... Even the unwritten ones?" Saint asked, his eyes dangerous, yet hopeful. He leaned forward and ran his hand up Heart's inner thigh gently.

Heart nodded a slow agreement, shivering.

Inside his head, he wondered. 'Why? Why, am I saying yes? Why do I want this?...' It was confusing. But he knew one thing, one fact was true... 'I want this. Of his own free will, he was choosing this man. He didn't know why. What drew him to him. But from this moment forward, anything that happened was his own choice.'

At that moment Heart felt this hot warmth coil around his ankle, it felt like something tightened, then after a moment of squeezing the feeling disappeared. He looked at his ankle, but nothing was caught on it. He looked back up, ignoring the odd sensation. Whatever it was, it was gone now.

A small knock and Kit walked in adjusting his glasses. He looked up from his tablet and saw the precarious slightly provocative position they were in. Readjusted his glasses and stared at the two of them cocking his head sideways.

"This is new... I'll come back." He said, surprised, then turned back around to leave.

"Oh, just come in Kit. I promise whatever was going on has ended... For now." Saint said good-naturedly.

"This is Heart, he is mine." Saint introduced still staring into Heart's eyes.

"Well, I see now how I could not provide the services you were looking for." Kit said calmly.

Heart stared at him in amazement and gulped. 'Wow, this guy had balls. Wasn't he worried about how this looked at all?'

"New?? This is New? You don't do this to everybody?" Heart blurted aloud without thinking again.

"Hardly." Saint glared at him acidly. Heart had enough sense to look sheepish for his rude remark. Saint shook his head at Heart but turned to look at Kit for the first time. Kit snickered.

"I see we are leaving great first impressions again, are we?" He chided Saint.

Saint glared at him, but he didn't say a word, but Kit smiled at him as if they were having a silent conversation in their head that he wasn't privy to.

They seemed to give up their staring contest and Saint rubbed Heart's leg possessively before turning away from Kit. Kit held up his tablet, ignoring Saint's attitude.

'How close are these two if Kit can be so bold with the CEO like this?' He wondered.

"Sir, your three o'clock is ready, and I have the items you asked for, ready outside the door."

"Just put them on the couch for him Kit. I will be right there to join you in a minute. "

Kit ducked out for a moment, then returned and stuck some long garment bags on the couch. He gave Heart a knowing look of pity, bowed and then left.

Saint got up and stood to wait patiently beside the desk for him. Heart quickly got up, ran over to the couch, and grabbed his bag. He stood rock still and gulped nervously, awaiting what Saint would do next.

'How their "meeting" would come to an end' because it certainly didn't go how he thought it would.

'Do I just bow then walk out? Do I just get up and leave? Or do I stay and wait for him to go? Wait, am I supposed to get on my knees and apologize for acting so crazy with him? But wait? If I do that, will he feel bad and apologize to me.' Heart panicked.

'No, he would never degrade himself like that, Saint would never apologize. Besides, what did he say to a guy like Saint? I'm sorry I threw myself lustfully at you after you started it. You grabbed and caressed me first in all the right ways so let's end here, no hard feelings... Except me.'

'Ahhh, No! He couldn't do that.'

"I have to go so I won't see you off. But I expect you back here on Monday at four o'clock sharp, don't forget to take those bags when you leave."

Heart nodded agreement, walked over and grabbed them, staring at it confused.

"Wait... What? Why?"

"The garment bags are for you."

"They're...." Saint started, then thought for a moment as if trying to explain a delicate situation.

"Your... Uniform. Let's call it that for now." He smirked devilishly.

"Ah, And you're not allowed to wear anything else when you are here and if you refuse you are fired. Later, I will take you to get better fitting ones since I had to guess your proportions. I have a keen eye for fashion so I don't think they will be too horrible, they will do for now."

"I hope you like it here Heart." He whispered deviously and brushed his hand against Hearts then he walked out of the room.

Heart walked over and unzipped one of the three bags. Then panicked, so he unzipped the other two.

Outside in the hall

Saint paused outside the door.

"What are we waiting for, Sir?" Kit stared at Saint intrigued.

"Just wait."

A chorus of swearing came from the office behind the doors, then a small bang and then more swearing.

Saint chuckled.

"Now we can go."

Kit looked back worried for the kid.

'What could possibly have been in those bags to cause that kid to get so upset. He had a great first impression of the boy. When he had first met him, he was polite, had great manners and showed respect for those older and more knowledgeable. What could a kid like Heart have done to get on Saint's bad side so soon?'

Then he looked over at Saint about to ask him why and his worry melted away when he saw Saint's excited and happy expression. Kit looked back down at his tablet and smiled too.

Kit hadn't seen Saint smile genuinely like that. 'Not ever since that incident...' It wasn't a bad change at all if you asked him.

Not at all.