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At club Evolve there are no closed
doors. These guys want their men soft, consenting, and ready when they are. So,
come in—feel the heat!
Did you meet Zedidiah Mandrake from
Fix Me?
One night more was one too many.
Zedidiah Mandrake lived for one-night stands.
Screw them and leave them is his motto and it worked until he took Kerr
Carmichael home. Handsome
as hell and vulnerable, Kerr wore his heart on his sleeve. Zed knew in a matter
of time, he’d hurt him and he made it very clear he was not relationship material. Kerr played it cool; however, Zed went
after him with vengeance each time he yearned to touch him, have Kerr in a way
Zed wanted no one else to enjoy. Those times grew closer and closer together.
EXCERPT:
Kerr didn’t want to deal with crap today and
if Danton Perry caused any, this time he’d finish it. He’d worked the Drake
account for a year now, and the bastard was a real pain in the ass who deserved
to have a fist jammed down his throat. Thank God Kerr wasn’t as hotheaded as
Drake’s assistant marketing manager, Sanders Cain, who would have performed the
feat last Friday if Kerr hadn’t pulled him out of the conference room. “Should
have left him have a go at the prick.”
Monday, Carmichael and Carmichael had
received a call from Nat Jansen, Drake’s COO, apologizing and he requested Kerr
come back in on Wednesday. Kerr arrived early and sat in the lobby staring into
the street.
He’d been unable to wipe Friday night and
Zedidiah from his mind.
Kerr had not realized he grunted aloud
remembering Zed’s comment about being able to walk to his car until a young
woman standing by his seat said, “Excuse me?”
“Nothing, sorry.”
“They’re ready for you, sir.”
Drake Corp gobbled up dying business, leveled
the buildings, and sold resultant parcels off in pieces at a very high price.
Public relations was important to keep surrounding communities from complaining
about strip malls popping up overnight. Kerr had to admit Drake did better than
most by developing green spaces for parks and trails helping to separate
neighborhoods from the malls.
Entering the conference room, he nodded in
Danton’s direction, and then spoke to Nat and Sanders. “Gentlemen.” Wasn’t yet
sure about Danton until he saw how things progressed.
Danton seemed in a hurry. “Let’s get this
over with.”
Nat cleared his throat. “We’re waiting for
one more.”
“Who?”
Kerr opened his portfolio and browsed papers
oblivious to Danton’s distress. He froze when he heard the voice.
“Mr. Carmichael, a pleasure to meet you. I’m Zedidiah
Mandrake, you already know Danton who, as you’ve discovered, is an
inappropriate son of a bitch that I have to deal with daily.”
“Zed, I handle marketing.”
“Not anymore.”
“Why, damn it?”
Kerr looked around and noticed Sanders biting
back a smile while Nat squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.
“Because it’s my company. You’re here as a
favor to mother, nothing more.”
“You…you…”
“Say it, Danton. In fact, I’ll help you. Let
me see, maybe cock sucking bitch.” Zed rounded the table. “Or faggot.”
Nat stood. “Zed, don’t.”
“I hear those words come out your mouth once more;
you’ll need a full set of dentures.” He grinned maliciously at his brother.
“Just like your daddy. Now get the fuck out.” Danton slammed the door so hard
pictures shook on the wall. “Nat, Sanders, give me a minute alone with Mr.
Carmichael.”
Mandrake—Drake. The door had barely
shut before Kerr asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You left too quickly and, shit, Kerr…”
“I know. A one-night stand.”
“That’s not it.”
Zedidiah Mandrake was worth billions, most
likely more. Much more. “I thought Danton Perry owned Drake Corporation.”
“I was seven when my father died. He had a
very successful contracting business and left a tidy sum to put me through
school and take care of my mom very well. A few years later, my mother
remarried. Danton’s, my half-brother.”
“Did you need to be that harsh?”
“My inheritance helped to start Drake
Corporation, but I built it from the ground up. It’s mine. The way I see it—I wasn’t hard enough.” Kerr watched a storm
gather in Zed’s eyes. “Danton becomes more like his father every fucking day.”
He shrugged and walked to stand in front of Kerr. “I wish you hadn’t witnessed
this bullshit and I hope you forget it.”
Kerr had
witnessed a dark side of Zedidiah. What happened between him and his stepfather
to make him tremendously bitter toward the man?
Standing toe-to-toe with Zed, he felt a rush
of heat to his crotch. Glancing down, he realized Zed experienced a similar
predicament. Kerr wanted to touch him, give some sort of comfort. Jesus, why? He brushed the front of
Zed’s slacks before leaning to kiss him; a kiss he thought would be short and
sweet. Turned out to be the hottest, soul-searching lip lock Kerr had ever
experienced. Their tongues tangled, fought, and surrendered as they dipped into
corners seeking something more.
Zed grabbed him around the waist and shoved
him against the table. “Damn, I could take you right here.”
“Not a good idea.”
“Why?” Zed stepped back and watched him.
“One night.”
“I didn’t count on seeing you again.”
“Does it make a difference?” What did Kerr
want to hear?
“No.” He backed away and ran a hand through
his hair. “Understand something, Kerr, I’m not good for you.” He pierced Kerr
with a steely look. “I’m not good for anyone.”
Kerr had seen him run his hand nervously
through his hair on another occasion. At Evolve, when he wasn’t sure Kerr would
go home with him. “Shouldn’t that be my choice?”
Zed turned and strode to the end of the room.
He touched a phone button and Kerr heard, “Tell Nat and Sanders the meeting is
canceled, and I don’t want to be disturbed.” He moved to sit at the head of the
table. “Come here.”
Don’t
go, don’t go to him.
Words Kerr should probably heed but his feet disobeyed as they carried him
across the floor.
Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele
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