Damon stood outside the CEO’s office. Lavishly decorated with fine art prints, a leather couch, and a pretty receptionist who gave him a genuine smile, Damon knew he had dressed just right in a suit and tie. He had gotten it on sale. He hoped Reynard wouldn’t notice.
The receptionist had a wireless headset, and she perked her head up at him. “Mr. Johanssen will see you now,” she said.
There were two sets of mahogany doors. He hesitated at which one to go in.
“Right side,” said the lady.
Damon nodded his thanks and entered the room.
His office was decorated with leather and brass, a bank of eight plasma TV’s against the wall. In front of him was an expanse of thick carpet which lead to a beautiful panoramic view of Millennium City. Before the glass was a glass desk, and sitting behind it was Reynard, dressed in business casual.
Okay, so maybe the suit and tie was a bit too dressy. Damon waited at the door, looking around at the office, taking it in. He didn’t have any bookcases along the wall. In one corner was a brass globe. Sketches and 3D artwork adorned the walls. A couch was against one wall, a pair of leather and brass-riveted chairs in front of the glass desk.
“Come in, Damon,” said Johanssen, not looking away from his computer. “How is the new position?”
“Fine,” said Damon, and Reynard glanced up at him.
“Just fine?”
“I’ve only been there a couple of days.”
“Indeed. No one’s giving you any trouble? Bucking you?”
“Uh, I don’t think so.”
Reynard got up, glancing at the tv’s. They all turned off. Music, light and gentle, piped in from seemingly everywhere. Damon looked around for the speakers. Reynard chuckled and came over to Damon. “So, I didn’t get to ask you about Kenny.”
“What about Kenny?”
“He seems to think I lied to him. Do you think I’m a liar, Damon?”
Damon blinked. “No, no, of course not.”
“So everything that Grimaulkin told you is…”
Damon waved his hand. “Grim’s an asshole.”
Reynard laughed. “Certainly. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He walked over to a door, and opened it. He wheeled in a cart, on which were two plates with covers, wine glasses, and underneath a bottle of something chilling in a bucket. Reynard took the bottle and put it on his desk. Reynard moved the chairs so they were facing each other, the cart in between them.
“I hope you’re not vegetarian,” he said, and waved him to the left-hand chair. As Damon walked by him, Reynard took a hold of his shoulders, and pulled gently at the jacket. “You have already impressed me,” he said, his mouth very close to Damon’s ear, “you don’t need the suit.”
Damon gasped, standing perfectly still as Reynard slipped the jacket off. He stood in front of Damon, and undid his tie a little – it had taken him most of the morning to figure out how to tie it – and unbuttoned the top button at his neck. Damon’s vein was pulsing, and that wasn’t the only thing.
Reynard kept his green eyes on Damon’s dark brown ones for a long time. Damon tilted his head up, Reynard brought his head down, and they met in a kiss. It was a gentle one at first. Probing. Testing. Then Damon took the step forward and pressed his body against Reynard’s. Reynard responded, putting his arms around Damon and pulling him close.
Damon pulled back for air, and Reynard continued, kissing down his neck, kissing his ear. He licked the earlobe, and Damon gasped again, arching his back and grinding himself against Reynard.
“Easy,” said Reynard pulling up. He grinned, and started undoing his own shirt. “I’ve blocked off two hours on our calendars.”