Full Disclosure (2 page)

"What would you like to know? I've been working with BBH&W for about five years, most recently in the New York offices. I work out most evenings, unless you've got me tied to my desk, of course. I like being on top."

And I'd love to be on top of you.

Samuel cut an impressive silhouette against the window indeed.

"Well, this position tends to lead to bigger and better things." He saw those ass cheeks tighten, just a little.

Oh, he had a few positions in mind... Jarrod swallowed and thought about ice floes and polar bears, willing his cock to back off. "That's what I've heard."

"Well, hopefully you'll last longer than a few months. I'd like to settle in with someone for a while. Where did you go to school?"

Settling in--now that sounded cozy and wasn't helping him think pure thoughts at all. "University of Vermont. I know it doesn't sound exciting, but it's served me well."

"You a skier, then?"

"You know it. Skiing, snowboarding, skating. With a winter that long, you learn how to have fun in it." The get-to-know-you conversation and thoughts of the cold winters helped take care of the swelling problem he had going.

"What about you, Samuel? What do you like to do for fun?" So why had that sounded so suggestive?

"Fun? Lord. I unpack." He got a quick grin, a shrug.

"You move a lot then?" Someone needed a new hobby.

"Not anymore, I hope. I bought this loft."

"A loft? That sounds sexy." He drank some more water and checked his watch idly. They had a bit of time yet.

"It's very modern, very classy. I like it, and it's close enough to see from here."

"Really? That's pretty damned cool." He got up and joined Samuel at the window, standing right behind the man. He put his head next to Samuel's, cheek not quite touching. All of him not quite touching, but he could feel the heat from Samuel's body. "So where is it?"

One long finger pointed down into the city, to a shining green high rise. "There. Twenty-first floor. On the corner."

"Wow, you really can see it from here." He chuckled, his breath sliding over Samuel's ear, and neck. "And vice versa, which means I can't bring someone back here to bang after hours." Unless it was Samuel himself.

"Uh. No. I tend to work late. I wouldn't suggest it. Besides, unless you're in private offices like mine, there are security cameras."

"So if I brought someone in here, I'd only have to worry about you watching." He chuckled and let his groin brush against Samuel's ass for just a moment.

Jesus, what was he playing at? He was supposed to be figuring out if Samuel was selling insider information before the Feds did, not trying to seduce the man.

Samuel blinked, went still, eyes just huge behind the glasses. "Time for the meeting. Grab your pad."

"Sure thing, boss."

He stayed put a moment longer and then turned and went to pick up his briefcase, making sure he had a memo pad and a pen in it.

He couldn't keep the grin from pulling up the corners of his mouth. This job was going to be a lot more fun than he'd anticipated.

Samuel headed into the office after a two-hour stint at the gym and a protein drink.

He was never moving again.

Ever.

He'd needed the long weekend, but now he had to get on the implementation of the new time management software that the partners had agreed to before Hanson started bringing up shit about how his plate was too full. Little fuck. Always trying to make himself look big and everyone else look pointless.

One day Samuel was going to rip off the man's head and shit down his neck.

Now that was a pleasant colloquialism.

He nodded to the receptionist, the girls, then... Oh, yeah.

Jeannie. Pregnancy. New guy.

Jarrell.

Jerry.

Jimmy.

Jackson.

Jerrold.

Jarrod.

That was it.

"Morning."

"Hey, boss-man, how was the weekend?"

He was given a warm, lazy grin, dark eyes twinkling.

"Busy." The man didn't really look like an admin assistant and Jarrod was altogether too fucking forward for his own good.

Still.

Easy on the eye.

"All unpacked? Got that telescope trained on your office window?" Jarrod grabbed a notepad and pen and followed him into his office without being asked.

"No and no, but it's getting better. Any fires on Friday?" He put his briefcase down, grabbed a bottle of green tea.

Jarrod settled in the chair across the desk from him, rangy body relaxing back. "Nah. Karen showed me the ropes and I got settled in. I think I'm pretty much up to speed now."

"Excellent. What's on today's calendar?" He synched his Palm with the laptop, waiting.

"You've got a conference call with Senator Graves and Rick Haverty at eleven, lunch with Bob Salvo. I made reservations for you at The Cattle Corner as that was the notation my predecessor had by the entry in the database." Jarrod crossed his legs and smiled over at him. "That sees you wrapped up by four today."

"Excellent. Then I'll have time for paperwork tonight. Get me the file on Bob, see if Jeannie made any personal notes about him. Kids, favorite drinks, all that." He started pacing, going over his lists. "Get me Aaron Ritchie on the phone. I want to know exactly where we're going and make sure someone has flowers delivered to Senator Graves's wife this afternoon. It's her birthday."

"Consider it done. You want a massage or something, boss-man? You're looking a little stressed." Why was it that half the stuff coming out of Jarrod's mouth sounded suggestive?

"Pardon me?" Good lord. He needed to get laid, if his mind kept going to the gutter.

"You know, a massage. My hands, your shoulders--squeeze and rub, you feel better, more relaxed." Jarrod raised his hands and opened and closed his fingers. "Free service."

"I'm fairly sure that would be frowned upon by HR."

This was not happening.

Jarrod gave him a look that swept from his toes on up, and then winked. "I won't tell them if you don't."

Samuel chuckled, the sound just a little nervous. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Is that a no, then?" Jarrod asked, the look in his eyes challenging. Standing, Jarrod leaned against his desk, eyebrow quirked, and by God, it
was
a challenge.

He didn't quite know what to say, so he didn't, he just stared back.

They stayed like that for what felt like forever, eyes held as if there was a thread between them. The tension grew thicker until each breath seemed harder than the last to pull in. Just when he didn't think he could stand it anymore, Jarrod moved, breaking eye contact.

Of course, he moved to come over, to stand behind him, hands dropping onto his shoulders. Jarrod whistled as his fingers squeezed. "Damn, you
are
tight."

Samuel's mouth opened.

Closed.

This was.

Christ.

"It was a long weekend."

"You should have called me." Jarrod's fingers dug into his muscles, the touch painful, but only because he was so tight.

"I mean it's a part of a partner's prerogative. To take advantage of his assistant, isn't it?" Had Jarrod's voice really pitched low and deep like that at the end, or had it been his imagination?

"You...you aren't required to work weekends."

"Oh, I know I'm not
required
to." Jarrod chuckled, air puffing across Samuel's neck and ear with the sound.

The strong fingers found a particularly stubborn muscle and worked it hard.

Samuel groaned, head falling forward as his eyes closed.
Oh, ow. Yum.

"Mmm. Yeah, that's it. God, you're tight."

Jesus Christ, did
everything
Jarrod said sound like it was straight out of a porno?

Okay. Okay. No thinking porn at work.

None.

Especially given his taste in porn...

Samuel stepped forward, shaking his head and thumping his cock hard. "We've got work to do."

"You're the boss-man." Jarrod's voice seemed colored in disappointment, but the man settled back in the chair across the desk from his. "I emailed the notes from last week's meeting to you. You'll have to let me know if you like the way I set them up and I'll do them that way from here on in. I assume you'd like me to take notes at today's meeting?"

Just like that, Jarrod was all business and efficiency. It almost made Samuel think he'd imagined everything that had come before.

Almost.

* * * *

A week later Jarrod was no closer to proving one way or the other whether or not Samuel was their leak.

He had to assume, given he was still on assignment, that the others were having no luck with their marks either.

On the other hand, Jarrod didn't need any more proof that Samuel was into him. Oh, the man hadn't said so, would no doubt deny it if Jarrod confronted him with it. But the fact remained that the sexual tension between them was growing every day.

Jarrod tried to focus on the job at hand, he really did. He was being so very good. But it wasn't easy.

Karen and Judy laughed and he blinked, bringing himself back to the present, smiling at the ladies he shared the break room with, and hoping like hell they hadn't asked him something.

"Well, have you seen Cavanaugh's new ride? That convertible is
sweet.
Of course with no kids, you only need the two seats."

A loft apartment downtown
and
an expensive new car?

Now
that
was interesting.

"He one of those guys who leases a new one every year?" he asked. It was one of the reasons he hung out with the other assistants and the secretaries. They had the best gossip on their bosses, and everyone else's, too.

"Every couple, yeah. He's hard on cars." Karen's eyes rolled. "Jeannie says he gets pissed and zooms out of here, heads to the coast to play with the boy toys."

Well, no wonder the man looked like he needed to get laid--boy toys were just playthings. Samuel needed a man to fuck him, not some simpering twink who'd roll over and beg.

"Yeah? What about the holidays? I bet he goes to all the best resorts."

"He's really hush-hush about that sort of thing. Jeannie didn't schedule his vacation stuff." Karen winked over. "We figure he's got some amazing little cabin somewhere. He always comes back tanned and lean and laughing."

"Ah, to be one of the high and mighty mucky-mucks, eh? Jetting off for holiday." Well, Samuel wasn't hurting for money. It wasn't proof, of course, and BBH&W paid its execs pretty well, but still...it was worth looking into.

"Well, I'd better get back before he starts looking for me," he told them with a wink.

"Poor baby, stuck with the whip snapper." Both girls laughed at him, teasing unmercifully. Whip snapper. Right.

If anyone was going to be snapping a whip...

He chuckled and waved. "See you later."

He headed back to Samuel's office, pondering his new evidence. Maybe Samuel made good investments, or had inherited money. Or maybe he had nothing to spend it on but himself. Jarrod was pretty eager to find some reason for Samuel to have all that money that had nothing to do with the man selling secrets.

He knocked lightly on the door and opened it. "Hey, boss--you need anything?"

"Huh? No. No. I'm fine." Samuel looked up, windows closing on the laptop. "Working through lunch today."

Now there was a guilty look if he'd ever seen one. Samuel hadn't colored up, but Jarrod would bet it was a close thing. Damn it--he didn't want Samuel to be guilty. He liked the man.

He sauntered up and leaned against Samuel's desk. "Yeah? I ate with the girls. I'd rather have eaten you. With you."

He got a blink and a wide-eyed look. "Then you'd've been hungry, hmm? Is that market research that I asked for in?"

He grinned. Working? Uh-huh. "Yeah, I emailed them to you before lunch." He leaned in and brought up Samuel's email program, opening up the attachment he'd sent with the numbers. "There you go."

"Thanks." Was that a porn site at the bottom? No way.

Samuel pulled the laptop closer and leaned in, tapping and typing away.

He leaned in under the guise of pointing out some of the numbers at the bottom. He rested his right hand on Samuel's shoulder, pointing out the numbers with his right. His eyes though, they zeroed in on the taskbar. Yep. Porn.

Someone was a very naughty man.

Better naughty than lying, he always said. Samuel should be rewarded, honestly.

Trusting his gut, that told him Samuel needed a man like him, secretly wanted things he'd never admit to, Jarrod reached for the mouse.

"This should be us," he told Samuel, clicking the porn window to bring it up.

He groaned when he saw the picture: a man spread out over his desk, hands bound with his tie, the man behind him was hung, hard, and bringing his hand down to smack the bound man's ass.

Fuck, yes.

The laptop slammed shut and Samuel stood. "That'll be all."

He stepped forward instead of backward, getting toe to toe with Samuel. "Are you sure, boss-man? Sure you don't want a spanking?"

"I... You're completely out of line." God, that panic was addictive.

"You're the one with porn on your computer, boss-man." He could smell the need rising from Samuel. It would be so easy to shift, move a step to the right and one forward and let his hand fly.

"I...I don't have to explain myself to you."

It would be so easy just to take Samuel, but something said not yet. Not quite yet.
Patience, Jarrod.
It would be rewarded, he could taste it.

"No, you don't need to explain anything at all."

"Excellent. If you'll excuse me? I have work to do."

He gave Samuel a slow once-over--toes on up back to Samuel's eyes. Then he smiled. "Yes, sir, boss-man."

He turned and walked out slowly, making sure he gave Samuel a show, knowing the man was watching him.

Samuel had considered just firing Jerrod. Then he considered jumping in a hole. Finally he found a reason to be out of town for three weeks and took it, only talking with Jerrod via email and periodically on the phone. By the time he got back, Samuel was feeling strong, settled, and able to hold his head up. So he had been looking at porn. He was a healthy, young male. That's what men did. Damn it.