...Zack had finished going through the files for the Tarasios job and making a few necessary notes. He was about to quit for the day when he heard a sound in the hallway outside his office.

No one worked late unless there was an emergency, and there were none he knew of. And the cleaning crew had finished and left some time ago.

Strangers couldn’t just walk in after hours, but all an employee had to do was insert his or her card into the electronic access system and enter their own personal password. Perhaps one of them had forgotten something.

He’d barely completed the thought when the door opened and George stepped in. Wearing fashionably ragged jeans, a white muscle shirt, and with his black hair tousled in a casual, windblown style, he looked nothing like the man who’d left the office a couple of hours ago. But Zack much preferred the way George looked now…cool, casual, and so incredibly sexy he could come just by looking at the guy.

“You called, sir?”

Zack mentally licked his lips as he leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands behind his head. “How did you know? I didn’t leave a message.”

“My machine records the numbers of all callers, whether they leave a message or not.”

Something about the flat, accepting tone of George’s voice sounded to Zack like the man had expected him to call, albeit for a very different reason. “I wasn’t calling to fire you, if that’s what you think. And I’m sorry about the way I acted earlier. It was uncalled for.”

He heard what sounded like a soft sigh of relief before George said, “That’s okay, sir. No problem. So, why did you call? Did I forget something? Something wrong with the files I left on your desk?”

His heart pounding and his breath coming in short, painful gasps, Zack stood and smoothed a hand down the front of his pants. “No, nothing like that. You did a great job. This is an unrelated problem. One I thought you might want to help me with.”

“A problem, sir? What kind of problem?”

“One concerning just the two of us. I thought that’s why you came back.”

George visibly relaxed and smiled, a sexy, knowing smile that softened the wide mouth and did strange things to Zack’s pulse rate. George shrugged, folded his arms and leaned his back against the door. “Am I to assume you’ve had a rethink and decided you’d like to be friends after all?”

“Friends?”

George’s smile deepened. “Okay, so you want to be more than friends.”

“You have any objection?”

“None I can think of.”

“Does that mean you have some idea what my problem is?”

“Offhand, I’d say you’re desperate for a little action.” The smile broadened a little, and the tip of George’s tongue appeared and traced the outline of his upper lip. “But why waste time guessing, hmm? Why don’t you come over here so we can find out if that’s what you really want, or if it’s all in your mind.”

The crisp British accent and the unexpected take-charge attitude was a turn-on all by itself. Zack joined George by the door.

The man continued to regard him through half-closed eyes as he hooked one arm around Zack’s waist and pulled him close. Zack could smell George’s male scent beneath a faint hint of mouthwash, and that excited him even more. He closed his eyes as George’s lips brushed against his, then George’s tongue slipped into his mouth for a moment to taste and tease. Breaking the kiss, George’s mouth moved down Zack’s neck, while he used his free hand to unzip Zack’s pants.

Zack could barely breathe as George’s cool fingers slipped inside the opening and slid seductively down the length of his shaft.

“You want to stay here or go somewhere more comfortable?” George asked.

“If you mean go to a hotel, I’d rather not.”

“You’re worried about being seen with me?”

“It’s not that…it’s… Look, I’m not ashamed of who I am, I…I just don’t feel the need to flaunt it. Okay?”