“That can’t be right,” Jordan Roderick said as he gazed at the schedule. The itinerary was all wrong. Rubbing his fingers into his eyes, he wondered if Trey had lost his mind. Max’s personal assistant had him booked for two meetings at the same time. He’d have to call the guy first thing in the morning to figure this out.
“Maybe a drink will do me some good.” He closed the laptop, telling himself that he was going to enjoy himself while at the Seaside Resort. There were sandy beaches and cocktails with little paper umbrellas waiting on him. Although Jordan considered himself a hard worker, a little fun was just what he needed.
Grabbing the keycard from the dresser, Jordan shoved it into his pocket before heading down to the white sands where there was a seaside restaurant that had a breathtaking view of the North Pacific Ocean. As soon as he stepped from the hotel, he inhaled the fresh air into his lungs. The three days of his visit were fully booked, but the evenings were his to enjoy.
Maybe tomorrow he would even do a little shopping.
Jordan settled at one of the tables on the wooden platform of the restaurant. The tiki torches added a bit of je ne sais quoi to the night as he gazed around at the vacationing couples hugged close, whispering into each other’s ears. Jordan had briefly thought of bringing someone along with him, but at the last second decided that going stag wouldn’t be so bad. He could use his free time to scope the place out and hopefully find someone to warm his bed.
“Good evening, sir.”
Turning his head to look at his waiter, Jordan felt instant arousal at the man’s handsome features. He was taken aback at just how attracted he was to the guy. “Hello.”
The waiter gave him a smile that showed off a deep dimple on each cheek, making the man seem more attractive. Jordan wanted to eat the man up.
“Is there anything I can get you this evening?” the waiter asked.
“I’ll start off with a lemon water,” Jordan said instead.
The smile widened on the waiter’s face and Jordan knew the man was flirting with him. Jordan watched the sexy human for a moment, his eyes skimming over golden skin and tight buns.
Mmm, what I wouldn’t give to take a bite out of that man.
Even his panther growled in approval at how delicious the young man looked. Maybe things were starting to look up for him. Jordan never had a problem getting guys. His problem was finding the time to indulge. Consenza Corporation was a large company and was growing by the year. Jordan spent most of his time wining and dining prospective clients, never having much time for a personal life. When he wasn’t working for the company, he was in Yosemite, helping out at home or patrolling the grounds.
All work and no play made Jordan one bitchy-ass man.
The waiter sauntered back over, setting the glass of lemon water down in front of Jordan. “Are you ready to order or would you like more time?”
Jordan hadn’t thought to pick up a menu once he’d seen the waiter. He leaned back in his chair as his eyes scanned the guy from head to toe. Jordan liked every inch and wondered how much better the view would be if the waiter were naked. “What’s your name?”
“Oh!” the waiter said, his cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. “I forgot to tell you.” He leaned in closer, dropping his voice to a whisper before he added, “It’s been a chaotic night. Can you tell?”
Jordan gave the guy a charming smile. There was something about this human that flipped every trigger Jordan possessed. The waiter was handsome, but there was an innocence about him that had Jordan growing hard. “Your name, sweetheart?”
Jordan reached out and took Trevor’s hand, pressing his lips gently against soft knuckles. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Trevor.”
Trevor’s lips slightly parted as he nodded. He pulled his hand from Jordan’s grasp while he cleared his throat. “I’m not supposed to mingle with the clientele. I could get fired if anyone saw you kissing my hand.” Trevor glanced around. “I need this job, sir.”
“Call me Jordan.” Jordan could see that Trevor was honestly worried about his job, so he backed off—for now. Even though Trevor had been the one to flirt with Jordan first. He lifted the menu from the table, took a quick glance, and then said, “I’ll have the baked salmon with the steamed vegetables.”
Trevor looked relieved that Jordan wasn’t going to push the subject of flirting. He nodded quickly before hurrying off. The side of Jordan’s mouth pulled up into a smile. Trevor may be afraid of getting caught at work, but Jordan planned on seducing the young waiter just as soon as the human was off duty.
“Jordan Roderick, is that you?”
Jordan inwardly groaned when he saw Miles Boumart. The man was a true weasel and a nasty piece of work, but one of Consenza Corporation’s investors. So, whether he wanted to or not, Jordan had to play nice. “Miles, what are you doing in Hawaii?”
Taking an uninvited seat, Miles leaned back against the chair as his smile widened. “I decided to bring one of my toys on vacation. I got tired of listening to him whine about wanting to see Hawaii. What are you doing here?”
Miles had a string of “toys.” Jordan hated that term. For him, having a young man at his side was a pleasure, not his due. Miles looked at the world as if he owned it, and as rich as the man was, he should have a little more class in how he treated his companions.
“Meetings.” Jordan picked his glass up, taking a sip and wishing Miles would go away. Given Miles’s reputation, the investor would take one look at Trevor and try to add the young man to his conquests.
That thought set Jordan’s teeth on edge. Unfortunately, Miles was still sitting there when Trevor brought him his food. A sharp gleam entered Miles’s eyes when he saw the waiter.
“My, my, aren’t you a pretty one?” Miles purred the words.
“So,” Jordan said, trying to take Miles’s attention off of Trevor. “How long are you here?”
Miles licked his lips, his gaze never wavering from Trevor’s groin. Miles’s eyes narrowed as his lips thinned when he quickly glanced at Jordan, as if here were pissed that Jordan was interrupting his ogling session.
“Turn around for me, boy,” Miles instructed Trevor as he twirled his finger around like he was stirring something. “I want to see your backside.”
Jordan ground his teeth, purposefully knocking his glass of water over, watching as the liquid splashed against Miles’s dress shirt.
“Clumsy—” Miles cut off whatever it was he was about to call Jordan as he jumped to his feet. Trevor took advantage of the disruption and fled back to the bar.
“I insist you let me pay for the dry cleaning, Miles.” Jordan sat there, trying to hide his smile. Miles had a ferocious appetite when it came to young men but Jordan already had his sights set on Trevor. Besides, Jordan knew Miles could care less if Trevor was fired. The only thing that mattered to the bastard was his next pretty trophy. However, Jordan didn’t dismiss anyone’s livelihood the way Miles did. “I do apologize for my clumsiness.”
“I’ll see you around, Jordan.” Miles strode off in the direction of the same hotel that Jordan was currently registered at. Once the man was out of sight, Trevor appeared at his table with a towel, wiping up the water that had spilled. The man even had a fresh glass of water in his hand.
“Thank you,” Trevor whispered, his eyes darting from the table to the chair Miles had just vacated, not once settling on Jordan.
Jordan smiled at the shyness of the waiter.
“Don’t deem me the hero just yet,” Jordan said as his panther growled for a taste. “I was only getting rid of the competition.”
Trevor’s blue eyes bounced to Jordan as he finished cleaning up the mess. “Was there anything else you needed?”
“Yes.” Jordan nodded. “You, in my hotel room tonight. I’m staying right over there.” He pointed to the sliding glass door that led to his breezy, oceanfront room. “Knock on the glass when you get off of work, Trevor.”
The human looked a bit unsettled at the growled command. Jordan wondered if the guy was going to show at all, but knew that he would. There was a glint of interest in Trevor’s eyes that he was trying hard to hide.
Jordan was dying to reach up and pull the rubber band from the man’s hair to see how the waiter looked with the strands falling in his face. Trevor’s head was shaved on both sides, the long middle pulled back securely. He had the darkest, prettiest blue eyes Jordan had ever seen. “If you weren’t at work, I’d bite you on your ass cheek.”
Trevor nearly dropped the empty glass in his hand. Jordan had made sure to speak low enough that no one else heard him, and the reaction Trevor gave him was well worth the naughty threat. He planned on biting and so much more once he got Trevor to himself.
Turning, Jordan began to eat. He let the waiter slip away without saying another word. The seed was planted in the man’s head and that was all Jordan had wanted to accomplish at the moment.
After finishing his meal, Jordan went back to his room. He took a shower and slipped a robe over his still-wet body. There was no doubt in his mind that Trevor would show.
A smile curved his lip when a light tap sounded on the glass door. Pouring a drink, Jordan gave himself a minute so he wouldn’t seem too excited. The knocking sounded again before he finally walked over and slid the door aside. “Come in, Trevor.”
Jordan handed the drink to Trevor, seeing how nervous the man appeared, standing there like prey, his eyes wide as they darted toward Jordan then the interior of the room.
As Trevor took the drink, Jordan trailed his fingers up the man’s bare arm before he pressed a kiss to Trevor’s exposed neck. “Would you like a shower?”
Trevor knocked the drink back and then set the glass on the table before taking a seat in one of the cushioned rattan chairs. “I don’t normally sneak into men’s rooms, Jordan.”
Moving so he was standing behind the human, Jordan began to massage Trevor’s shoulders. “But you came to mine.” His hands worked the knot that had tightened one of Trevor’s shoulder blades, digging his fingers in small circles. He heard a light groan from the young man and his cock began to thicken under the white robe.
All Trevor needed was coaxing. Bending at the waist, Jordan nipped Trevor’s ear before moving his lips down the man’s neck and around the soft nape. Trevor shivered, tilting his head to the side as his eyelids fluttered closed. “I want to hear you scream for me. I know you will love what I can do to your body.” Jordan purred the words into Trevor’s ear.
“Oh, god.” Trevor’s back arched as his head tilted even further. Jordan grabbed both shoulders, holding the human in place as he sampled smooth, supple skin with his tongue. His cock was fully hard now and he could feel the clear pre-cum gathering at the tip.
Moving around to the front of the chair, Jordan felt the man jerk when he shoved Trevor’s shirt over his head. The fabric fell to the floor, forgotten as Jordan attached his lips to a hard nipple, untying the belt of his robe. He let material slide down his arms before moving to the other nipple, giving it just as much attention.
Trevor was becoming unglued, his hands nervously resting on Jordan’s shoulders while he pressed his chest further into Jordan’s mouth.
Slowly, Jordan stood, his erect cock at eye level with Trevor. He tightened one hand on his shaft, and used the other to let his fingers brush over the man’s lips. “Taste me, sweetheart.” His cock was throbbing, the tip aiming for Trevor’s lips. “Open your mouth and give me what I want, baby.”
Trevor’s lips opened, and he moaned as the thick head pushed past them, stretching them wider. “Oh yeah, such a hot little mouth.” Jordan groaned, wrapping his fingers around the base as he sank deeper in the hot depth, stopping only when Trevor’s eyes began to widen with fear. “Relax your throat, Trevor,” he urged the man.
Breathing a little heavier, Jordan’s eyes were on Trevor’s as the human slowly relaxed the muscles of his throat, feeding him by slow increments to give Trevor the final inches he demanded the man take.