After his father’s sudden death, Dominik has to take over as CEO of Under Construction LLC. His personal life is hardly better. Having caught his long-time lover Léon with another man, Dom’s heart is frozen and he has firmly put all men out of his life.
When the need arises to hire a new construction worker, handsome Ian Colbee joins the team. Dom finds Ian way too distracting and tries to distance himself, but Ian is persistent. In the meantime, Léon’s attempts to gain back Dom’s affection begin to escalate.
Can Ian teach Dominik to lighten up and trust again? Will Léon get the message and go on his way quietly?
“Okay, Gracie, show him in.”
She beckoned the candidate in and left, closing the door behind her.
Ian Colbee stood around six-foot-one and two-hundred pounds. Steel tipped boots covered his feet. Startling blue eyes, the color of a glacier, peered out underneath a military-style buzz cut. Climbing ladders, laying bricks, and digging had made a god of a man. And his abs! Dom could go on for days, just staring at this motherfucker. He prayed the new guy didn’t catch a glimpse of his hard-on.
“Nice to meet you. You must be the boss. I’m Ian Colbee.” He extended a hand to Dom.
“I know who you are.” Dom felt his hand get lost in Ian’s. The man’s hands were twice the size of his. His boots had to be a size twelve. From his experience with Léon, big feet meant an even bigger ... Dom sat down and folded his hands in his lap, attempting to cover his rod. All casual and nonplussed.
Son of a bitch. Looks good enough to eat. His stomach agreed by grumbling loudly.
“Geez.” His cheeks grew red. “I haven’t had lunch yet.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to waste your time. I want to talk about my previous work experiences before you eat. So you can see that I’m the best candidate for the job.”
Yes, babe, that you are. I’d love to give you an oral examination to test your skills as part of the hiring process. Do you deep throat?
“Sit down,” Dom said with a wave of his hand.
Ian Colbee began to talk about his last jobs. Yada. Yada. Yada. Dom struggled to pay attention. Ian thanked him for giving him this opportunity.
He’d heard of Under Construction’s good reputation in the community and felt honored to be given a chance to work there. The only thing that managed to keep Dom’s focus was the lower half of Ian’s body. His fly was undone and it gaped now that he was seated. Dom blinked and cut Ian off from his spiel.
“Your fly is open.” He watched as Ian pulled the zipper up. How he’d love to be the one to pull it back down and undress Ian completely. Dom put his hands over his eyes.
“Sir?” Ian stopped talking and stared at his boss-to-be.
“Huh? Please repeat whatever you just said,” Dom asked.
“I wanted to know when you will be making a decision?” Ian twirled his thumbs.
He had to be nervous. Interviewing on a lam. If he knew what Dom was thinking, God only knows how he’d react. Dom didn’t even know if this guy played for his team.
Dom tempered his words.
“I enjoyed meeting you today, but we have other people to see. We’ll let you know either way.” He watched Ian’s face change and the hopeful expression disappear. Power trip. Just like Léon had done to him. Now he could be the one to wipe smiles off of people’s faces. He couldn’t deny it felt good to be the executioner instead of the condemned prisoner, for once. And besides, he still may have other people to see. He could not realistically give Ian the go-ahead immediately without doing further research.
“Okay,” Ian answered, frowning. Ian turned to leave, giving Dom a chance to watch him walk out. A pair of well-worn Levis framed his ass to perfection.
“Gracie will show you out.” Dom gestured, pointing out the front door. He smiled as he put the chicken wrap to his lips. His lunch was getting cold.