“His phone is back on Sir. It fell into a ditch and got disconnected. You can reach him now,” Casey says from the other end of the line. “He's all yours,”

“Perfect, I appreciate you checking on that for me. Also, tell Mark I'll be willing to consent to his idea of a merger.” I end the call and sit back on my leather chair, rocking back and forth as I skimmed through my chats. I've been stalking Trent since I saw him two days ago, making sure I keep up the element of mystique with short texts. So far he hasn't replied or returned my calls but I wouldn't give up. Finally, I had to refer this problem to his boss and Casey's been helpful. He's Mark's foreman and the only guy I've been doing constant business with. Mark is all set on the project but I'm the one pushing things back. And it's all because of his employee.

I was been going insane, needing to talk to him that I hardly concentrate on my work over the holiday. Yna and Gage's engagement ceremony was coming up and I have to see to everything despite my disorganized state of mind. Knowing that I could do little if I don't speak to him soon, I ran to his superior, Casey who happened to be his brother too. He promised to see to it personally while I still texted him, incase he answers. Now, I'm happy his phone is functioning now.

I tap on my message box and send him a new text.

Smith: Heard your phone dived into a ditch.

A few moments later, heart pounding, I fell off my chair when his notification came in.

Trent: Who's this?

Smith: Devons... delivered the blueprints a few days back.

Trent: Oh, oh I'm sorry. Yeah, it's working now.

I contemplate asking him out again. It might be a long shot and I know Casey said he's all mine but I don't want to force him into doing anything he doesn't approve of. Besides, if this is just mere infatuation, I need to get rid of it fast.

Smith: How about lunch?

Trent: My place in an hour?

I'm shocked by how fast he responds and now I'm beginning to wonder if he's being forced to act this way. I've dealt with men like Mark and Casey before and I know they'll do anything to achieve their motives.

Smith: Okay. Dress super nice.

Trent: Okay. Shorts allowed?

The mere thought of his lean bare legs has my cock throbbing. I consider this for a moment before texting I wouldn't mind. Might as well have a nice view of him while we eat. I can't tell if this is all planned but once I see his face, everything would become clear. His eyes light up my dark world and having him in my arms would shake it up too.

Smith: You live past Paloma Lane right?

He takes a few minutes to respond and that's torture. “Yes. See you then.

Paloma Lane isn't a trendy part of town. It's a reserved area meant for ruffians and goons, not for someone sweet and innocent as Trent. It's not a great place to live in, honestly.

I stride out of my office and into my car. My driver took the day off so I'm driving alone. I don't bother going back home to get dressed because I'm convinced what I'm wearing looks good enough. I can't wait to see his face again.

Pulling up by the roadside, I get out and walk up to his small nice-looking house. The environment looks well kept with towering tulips in small pots and sweet scenting dandelions. I smile, trying to imagine Trent taking care of them all. I'd love seeing him on his knees, hands filled with soil and eyes with love. I press the doorbell hastily, relishing the thought of him watering the plants. I hear footsteps in a distance as he pulls the door open, shirtless with shorts reaching his knees and damp hair. He smells like vanilla and whipped cream. All I want to do is hug him tightly, confessing my love and promising to never let him go.

“You're early,” his eyes fall to my attire. “And did you just come straight from the office?”

“Yeah,” I fight to keep cool. “I was bored and simply couldn't wait any more. You look fucking beautiful,”

I watch the heat rise up his neck and spills unto her face, his earlobes beeping pink. He pushed his hair back with one swift swipe of his right hand and beamed at me. Jesus!

“Come on in,” he steps aside for me to enter but he's hypnotized me and I can't just quell the magnetic pull towards him. I take his face in mine and kiss his nose, rubbing my thumb over his soft pink lips as I reminisce about how good his lips would feel against mine. “I don't know what's come over me. You've taken all of my self-control away,”

He swipes out his tongue and wets his bottom lip. Nodding, I somehow manage to release him though not enough distance to stop anything from happening. Lord help me keep my cock in check throughout the entire lunch.

“How about we spice things up a little? Get you whatever you need. Anything at all,” he steps forward and fondles my tie while I watch on, entranced. A million things I wish to do with him running through my mind.

“State what you want, and it's done,”

Fuck.