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Peyton stepped closer; his eyes boring in to mine. He leaned down to whisper, “Do that again and your ass will be red.”
I whimpered. Once more for good measure. This time Perry smirked. Asshole.
It wasn’t like Peyton was into spanking. At least not that he’d said, but the thought of it had my dick perking up and now was not the time. Especially with JJ standing before us, studying us like he could figure out what was going on. It wouldn’t take much to do so. Not with me behaving like I was.
Oh my god, I needed to get my head out of the gutter.
Welcome to your first day, JJ. Sorry my dick put on a show. The entertainment was a bonus.
Jesus.
“JJ,” Perry said, stepping forward and offering his hand. “Welcome to PJS.”
“Thanks, Junior. Happy to be here. Or should I not call you that anymore?”
“You’re family. If you’re fine with me calling you JJ, you can call me Junior.”
“Can’t change the habit now after so many years.” JJ smiled but it looked as forced as mine did. He focused on me. “I heard you’re leaving, Dominic. That’s too bad.”
“It’s time. I have something else calling to me.” A leather G-string to be precise, along with a matching mask. But whatever. I wasn’t saying that.
“You can’t go wrong when you pursue your dreams.” His smile faltered and I saw the man behind the facade. The one who didn’t want to work here. Who wanted to stay in the business he built, where he got his hands dirty and enjoyed it immensely. Hopefully, he could find his footing here and be happy.
“Come,” Perry interrupted.
I jolted, the word meaning something totally different to me than he meant it. I was confused for a second. I was thinking with my dick before and clearly still was.
“Stefen and I have a few things we’d like to discuss,” Perry said to JJ. Not to me. And certainly not about my dick.
I abandoned ship after that and parked my ass behind my desk. Peyton chuckled at me from his place behind his, once Perry was in his office.
About an hour later, the door opened. Peyton stood, ready to follow wherever Perry went. Of course, JJ caught the move.
“You don’t have to tail my ass all over the building, Peyton. I’m not going to hurt him. I’m not packing. I literally only have the basics on me. I’m not my old man.”
“So you’ve said,” Peyton replied. “Excuse me while it takes a bit to sink in.”
“Even if I was like him, there’s a code. Junior is family. We don’t hurt our own, at least for the most part.” I didn’t need to see his face to feel the pain in his words. Losing his mom like he did, that shaped who JJ was. How could it not have?
“We’re going to give JJ the tour,” Perry said. “I’ll be back.” He eyed Peyton, telling him he didn’t need to worry. Peyton followed them anyway, as if there were any doubt.
Perry swiped one of my pencils and winked before walking to the elevator. I glared at his back.
That left me and Carissa, who I almost forgot was here. Stellar example I was providing.Learn from me how to embarrass yourself. I’ve mastered it.
Luckily, I didn’t have to spend time filling her in on who JJ was and why him working here, as well as owning part of the business, was a huge deal. She came from legal and had previously provided backup support to the general counsel’s assistant. This was a good move for her career-wise if Perry decided to keep her here, which I wasn’t sure he would. So far, she could do the job. Being able to tolerate Perry was something else entirely.
“What’s with you and the pencils?” she asked, her dark brown hair falling over one shoulder. She had brown eyes and was very nice. She was probably around thirty, if I had to guess. I couldn’t remember from her résumé. “Mr. Altair seems to like stealing them from you.”
“That’s because he knows every time he snaps one in half, a little piece of my soul dies.”
Carissa looked at me like I had three heads.
I sighed and went over to Peyton’s desk, rummaging around his drawers for what I knew was in there.Bingo!I lifted a plastic can of tennis balls. “You see this?” I held it higher. “These are Greer’s. He loves bouncing them off the floor, the wall, his brother’s or Perry’s head. It’s his thing.” I tucked them back into the drawer and retook my seat. “We all have something we love.”
“What’s Peyton’s?”
I had to bite my tongue before saying Perry. “He guards Mr. Altair. There’s really not much else when he’s at work. Mr. Altair is his sole focus.”
