Jus Trimbel is having a bad day. Correction...Jus Trimbel is having the week from Hell. Not only is he gaining a new boss, Maxim Waterstone, who is beyond difficult but he also has to travel to Milan, Italy with him. That’s not the biggest issue of his day. Jus is ultimately attracted to the blue-eyed devil that is Maxim and he can’t shake his near obsession.
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Be Warned: m/m sex, rimming
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Jus stood in the copy room that doubled as the mail room and tripled as the break room. He had just started his day, and there he was, glaring beams of hate at the flashing red light indicating the copier was out of ink.
“Fuck me,” he said. “Why me? Why does this shit always happen to me?”
To say that he was having a bad day was an understatement. Hell week was more like it. He didn’t know if he was coming or going. It had started with him graduating from Columbia College with a bachelor’s Degree in Fashion Design a year prior then actively failing at obtaining gainful employment in his chosen field. His mentor had mentioned a small textile company in Delaware for him to reach out to. Fortunately, he had gotten the job as an executive assistant with great room for advancement. The unfortunate part was that particular perk was mentioned to him about three bosses ago.
Jus was executive assistant to the Vice President of the scouting division, which was a joke in itself seeing that the company was comprised of at most ten employees. To add to his troubles, he was to fly out to Italy that day with the newly appointed VP, whom Jus heard was a royal pain in the ass.
He kneeled to open the ink cartridge compartment, and then to complete his demise, he was splattered on the top corner of his Armani Collezioni gingham shirt. Jus dropped completely to his knees and sat back on his haunches. Can this day get any worse? As soon as he finished his thought, he heard someone clearing their throat behind him. Jus quickly stood and gathered himself as best he could. Before him stood the most delectable man he had seen … well … in a lifetime. Jus was tall at 6’1”, but this man had to be nearly another half a foot taller. His blond hair was cut close around his ears, but the slight ripple to his coifed bang showed that if given the chance to grow longer, his mane would be full of curls. The man’s jaw was strong, but his lips were soft and almost puckered, which gave a nice contrast. His eyes were icy blue and drew one into a hypnotic glance, but when he curled his lips into a sly grin, his single dimple melted Jus’s insides. Damn, I didn’t know Delaware had men in this make and model.
