Vacationing at a well known resort, Ian overhears men arguing loudly as he passes their room. Hoping not to be seen, he hurries to his room and locks the door. But Ian had been seen by a man who is waiting for him just outside his door. When Ian tries to sneak past him, the man quickly escorts him into his room and demands that Ian accompany him while he conducts his business. The mysterious man is both intriguing and sexy to Ian, though his means of keeping the young man fearful enough of him to obey his every command is more than a little odd and is strangely erotic.
Ian had no idea his weekend at the ski resort would be like this. He awoke to what sounded like loud arguing in the room next to his. He opened his door and stood just outside the room from which the arguing could be heard. Ian listened but he could not hear the voices, until he leaned his head against the door.
“You will make certain that the job is completed by tonight or you will regret it,” a man shouted.
“Yes sir, I won’t let you down, sir,” another man replied rather meekly.
Ian dropped the ice bucket he was carrying and it accidentally hit the man’s door. “Shit,” he said, and he hurried back to his room.
Ian closed the door to his room, but not before the shouting man had caught a glimpse of the back of him as he hurried back inside.
“Now go,” the man ordered the other man from his room.
The frightened man hurried off down the hallway. The man who had seen Ian stood in the hallway for a moment, waiting to see if Ian would come out of his room again. Ian was leaning against the door of his room almost afraid to breathe. He didn’t think anyone had seen him. He hoped no one had seen him. But the man, Marcus, had seen Ian from the back.
Marcus walked from one end of the hallway to the other waiting for Ian’s door to open.
“What is your business, sir?”
The young man was so polite that Marcus almost hated to involve him in such a messy business, almost. “My business is my business, young Ian,” he answered, never taking his eyes off of Ian’s. “You do not say a word to me or anyone else. Most importantly, you must never show fear, and you will not show fear today. Remember that.”
Ian nodded and answered, “Yes, sir.” Is this guy pimping me out? He sure has dressed me like he is. Ian now wished that he had not been so curious last night, but it was too late now.
“Let’s go,” Marcus commanded, ushering Ian to lead. Marcus never let anyone walk behind him if he could help it. He trusted no one to do that. Ian was afraid that Marcus would shoot him in the back, and he knew now that he had the weapon to do it.