What's so great about him?

What’s So Great About Him?

I hate consultants. They have the easiest job ever. Just go into a business, spout some corporate jargon, get paid, and leave. And yet the Powers-That-Be thought that Atopia Inc. needed a consultant. The company still has problems, and now I have a problem called Alexander Cabot.

Alexander Cabot has really managed to get under my skin, ever since he walked in the door with that long stride like he was hiking a mountain. I just felt a chill over my body when I saw him. Tall, skinny guy in an expensive Italian suit and shaggy black hair, looking like some pop rocker whose song keeps playing over and over on the radio. When he spoke, he had baritone voice with a vaguely British accent, though I could tell he was an American. I think he even used some Britishisms in his welcome speech. He talked about how he wasn’t here to fire anyone, but simply to “harness this department’s energy” and some bizarre crap like that. I could hardly contain myself around this poser. Everything about him said overrated.

The women in the office didn’t consider him overrated. All the women were sighing over him. Barbara, next to me, whispered not so softly, “He’s so cute!” After his introduction all the women crowded him with their specially made opinions. It made me so angry.

That night I told my live-in girlfriend Julia about him, and I found out something about him that made me hate him more.

“Bad day,” I said, “They brought in a consultant.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Julia said took the dishes out of the cabinet.

“This guy is bad.”

“Hmm. What’s his name?”

“Um..Cabot. Alexander Cabot.”

Julie suddenly turned around.

“Is he a tall, Italian-looking man?” she asked.

“Yes…”

“He’s back from Europe,” she said, staring out at nothing.

“Who is?”

Julia continued, “He said I broke his heart so bad he could never come back to America. Guess he was just being dramatic.”

Her eyes were shining in a way I didn’t like.

“He’s an old boyfriend, isn’t he?” I asked.

“Years before your time,” she answered somewhat condescendingly.

“How many?”

Julia fiddled with a fork.

“Actually, it was two months before I met you.”

“You said…”

“I was thinking of the time between the breakup and when I started dating you. That was two and a half years, wasn’t it?”

“That doesn’t qualify as years!”

“It’s more than one, it qualifies as years.”

“How come I didn’t know about him till now?”

“Maybe because you never asked for my sexual resume until now!”

“Sexual?”

“Jesus, Josh, we’re all adults here,” she said with her hand on her forehead, “Yes, I had sex with my boyfriend.”

I explained, “I don’t need to know about who you had sex with; I just want know about the people in your life.”

“Oh come on, you don’t want me to list all my childhood friends, you just want to know about all my old boyfriends. Admit it.”

“I just want to know more about your life!”

“What else do you want? You know my childhood, my crazy parents, my horrible teen years, and all the stupid things I did in college! I’ve told you things I’ve never told anyone else! Just because of one guy…”

“One boyfriend…”

Julia slammed her hands on the table.

“Okay, I’ll tell you now,” she growled, “I had a boyfriend named Alexander Cabot, and we had sex and it was wonderful!”

She left the room at that.

“The soup!” I yelled back at her.

She came back briefly to fix the soup, but we had dinner in different rooms. However, afterwards, she came to me like a sad puppy.

“I’m sorry I said that. It was out-of-line. It’s just that Alex has always been a sore spot for me.”

I didn’t say anything. I almost wished she hadn’t apologized because I was still angry.

“And the sex…well, the sex is always going to be different, but that doesn’t make it better necessarily. And there is more to a good relationship than sex. The important part is that I was the one who left him. He wasn’t good enough for me.”

I felt some pride on hearing that.

“I’m sorry I pushed you on that,” I apologized back.

I’d like to say we had make-up sex after that. We tried. I failed. I was too upset at the time. Still, as Julia slept in my arms, I at least had something Alexander Cabot didn’t have, for the moment.

The next day, I unfortunately had to deal with the consultant. While I could take comfort in the fact that my girlfriend had dumped this loser, I still found it uncomfortable to be around him. It didn’t help that I hated his questions. He kept asking about how I felt about my work and if I felt fulfilled and what would give me pleasure. Then he asked:

“How does your significant other feel about your career?”

“What? I guess Julia is okay…” I started, before realized my mistake.

“Julia?” Cabot interrupted.

“She’s my girlfriend,” I answered.

“Does she live with you?”

I wanted to say “It’s none of your business,” but that sounded unnecessarily rude.

“Yes,” I mumbled.

“I knew a Julia once. Julia Moore. She worked as a research librarian at…” he started snapping his fingers, “what the name…”

“Central University?”

“Yes!” he said, “Wait, maybe we know the same Julia? What a coincidence!”

Shit, I thought to myself. Did he do that on purpose? Why was I so sheepish around this guy?

“Small world,” I replied meekly.

We continued on with the interview. At the end of the interview, Cabot asked for my number so that he could talk about some ideas he had for my department. I wanted to say, “No, you douchebag, you just want to call your ex-girlfriend, so fuck off.”

“Okay,” I said.

So that night, after sitting through horrible traffic, I could pretty much guess who my girlfriend was on the phone with when I came in.

“Really?” I heard her say, “That sounds like it would look really good on you.”

I heard a man’s voice laugh. I walked in to the kitchen. Julia looked up at me with what I swear was an almost guilty look.

“Josh!” she said, “Hold on, Lexy, Josh just came in.”

She put her hand over the receiver.

“Lexy…I mean, Cabot wants to talk with you,” she said, handing me the phone.

“Hello,” I said as cold as ice.

“I’m sorry, it’s just I haven’t talked with Julia in so long,” Cabot replied, and I felt those shivers again. Just the way he said “so long” set me off.

“Please…um…she’s the same Julia,” I ended up saying.

“Actually, I called to talk to you, but Julia answered the phone. Yes, she is the same Julia,” he said with a laugh. I didn’t know what that meant.

“Um…so what did you want to talk about?”

“I wanted to know, how long have you had Bob Olmark working under you?”

“About two years, I think. He was there when I got the position.”

“That’s good. The numbers I had seemed wrong. Could you put Julia back on the phone now?”

I did as he asked, but I seethed in rage. He didn’t really call here just for that stupid little question! He just wanted an excuse to call my girlfriend.

Over the week, he and Julia continued to talk on the phone. On Friday I finally confronted her about it.

“Why are you talking with him so much?” I asked.

“Can’t I be friends with my exes?” she replied.

“Friends? You hadn’t talked to him in years!”

“So we wanted to start our friendship again!”

“You weren’t interested in “friendship” when I told you about him!”

“What does that mean?”

“Suddenly he calls the house, and now you’re talking to him all the time!”

“All the time?”

“Every time I see you you’re on the phone with him!”

She snorted and said, “That is ridiculous and you know it.”

I counted on my hands, saying, “Tuesday, I come home and he’s “called me”, but you end up talking to him for two hours. Wednesday, I come home and you’re talking to him, only stopping for half an hour to eat, and then you talk to him the rest of the evening. Thursday…”

“It wasn’t half an hour, it was more like two hours, and then we talked again for like fifteen minutes,” she defended.

“What are you talking to him about?”

“You know… stuff friends talk about!” she yelled at me.

“Stuff?” I asked.

“He’s a good conversationalist…”

“Yeah, he’s so good at everything,” I said, “Maybe I should talk with him! Give me his number.”

“Why? So you can yell at him?”

“I just want to let him know to back off,” I explained.

Julia scribbled down his number on a piece of paper and threw it in my palm.

“Maybe he can tell you nothings going on,” she said.

I stormed off out of the room to make the call. I was angry when I dialed him, but when I heard his voice I almost lost my nerve.

“Hello, Cabot Residence,” he intoned.

“Um, this is Josh,” I began.

“Ah, Josh Green, from Atopia, yes. You want to talk business?”

“It’s about my girlfriend, Julia.”

“Oh, pleasure then.”

I felt my ears go red. I gather myself up.

“Stop talking to her!” I demanded.

“Why? She wants to talk to me,” he replied.

“I…I think you two are talking too much and I don’t like that,” I said weakly.

“Why are you having problems with it?”

“I…um…”

“Why don’t you come over to my place, and we can talk it over,” he said, “Would now be a good time for you?”

“I guess…”

“Good,” he said, and then he gave his address, “It’s shouldn’t be more than fifteen minutes from where you are. I’ll see you soon. Ciao.”

He hung up the phone before I could say anything else. I just sat there wondering what I had gotten into. Despite the fact that I hadn’t agreed to go to his place, it would feel rude not to go. So I got on my coat and told Julia I was going to visit Cabot.

“I hope you two settle the matter,” she said coldly.

His apartment was not far from our place, and I wondered how he even knew where our place was in the first place. What had he and Julia talked about? Cabot lived in a luxury apartment building with a doorman and everything. After I was rung in, I took the elevator up to his apartment. When I knocked at the door, he opened it up immediately. He was wearing a suit sans jacket. I was just in jeans and a t-shirt. He was holding a bottle of wine.

“So glad you could come! I have some Riesling for us to enjoy,” he said as I entered.

“Um, hello,” I answered, “You’re going to open a bottle of wine for me?”

“Don’t worry; it’s just left over from a party I had last weekend,” he explained, “Take a seat.”

I took a seat next to an African carving of a giraffe. His apartment was filled with trendy art objects like that. I felt like I was in a gallery. He probably had just bought out a mall shop and told everyone he got the objects from exotic places, I told myself.

Cabot uncorked the wine and poured two glasses and gave me one before sitting across from me on a leather sofa. I picked up my glass.
“I have to drive home,” I explained.

“It’s only one small glass,” Cabot said waving his hand, “In Italy, even lorry drivers drink a glass before work, and nobody sees anything wrong with that. Americans are too uptight about such things.”

I took a sip. I’m not a wine person but I enjoyed it. Cabot took a drink too.

“So, what brings you here?” he asked.

Didn’t he invite me?

“It’s about Julia,” I murmured.

“Ahh, Julia,” he said, leaning back, “That mousy girlfriend of yours. She isn’t very beautiful or interesting, but she makes up for it in bed.”

I turned completely red. Was he really saying that to me?

“What!?” I sputtered.

“You should know that,” he said, “She’s do anything, even anal…”

“Don’t say another motherfucking word!” I yelled.

I stood up and I threw my fist towards him, but he just grabbed my wrist and laughed.

“Now you’ve stop acting like a schoolgirl and started acting like the jealous fool you are,” he said.

I pulled away my hand, still staring at his smug face.

“You are still interested in Julia,” I said, “You’re still upset she broke up with her.”

“Is that what she told you?” he asked.

“She said you were so heartbroken that you left for Europe.”

He laughed, “Ha, does she still think the world revolves around her? I got a job in Rome working for a tourism agency. It had nothing to do with her.”

“So you say.”

Alexander Cabot started walked around my chair.

“You have only her side of the story,” he said, “There are many things you don’t know about me.”

I asked him, “Where are you from, then? You sound like you’re supposed to be British.”

“Actually, I’m half-American,” he explained, “As you can tell from my surname, my father was of French descent, but was originally from Ohio. While he was in Italy he fell in love with my mother. I was born and raised in London.”

He went silent for a moment.

“My parents died when I was two,” he said.

I didn’t know why he was telling me this. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It was a long time ago. Anyway, they left me a good sum of money, so I don’t actually have to work for a living.”

“You’re independently wealthy,” I said enviously.

“Well, yes,” he said with a false bashfulness, “But it doesn’t make up for the loss of my parents. Do you want to see some pictures of them?”

I didn’t really want to.

“Okay,” I answered.

“Follow me,” he said, and I did.

He led me to his bedroom and shut the door after I entered. His bedroom was actually a bit small compared to his living room. Most of the space was taken up by a queen-sized bed. The bed was old-fashioned looking, with golden metal railing on the headboard. There were only white sheets on the bed, no quilts or comforters. Across from the bed was a television and a pretty good one to boot. At least Cabot wasn’t one of those “No TV” snobs.

“Sit down,” Alexander said.

There were no chairs in the room, so I sat on the side of the bed. The mattress was cool and firm.

Cabot walked over to a dresser and got out a leather bound photo album. He brought it over to me and opened it up to a certain page. There was a photo of a bride and groom next to an Italian seascape on a bright spring day. Everything about the picture was picturesque. I would have thought it was just a “came-with-the-frame” picture if it weren’t for the fact that the groom had his son’s annoying smirk.

“So they’re dead,” I said. It was the only thing I could think of.

“Yes,” he replied, ignoring my rudeness.

He took the album from my hands.

“But how about something more cheerful?” he said, “I saw you looking at my entertainment system. Why don’t I show it to you?”

“Cool,” I said, and meant it.

Cabot walked over to the television cabinet and did various things. I drank some more of wine I had brought into bedroom. The television screen came to life. Cabot had put in home movie; a very high quality one, but I could tell it was homemade. It started with some long shots of what I guessed was some Italian coastal city from a boat. The camera slowly panned along the shore, with the sound of the sea in the background. After several meditative moments, the video cut abruptly to a hotel room. There was a woman looking at the camera bashfully—Julia!

She said to the camera, “I…I’ve never done this before.”

She then smiled at the camera, and quickly took off her thin white blouse. I stared for a while at her naked breast, but then peeled my eyes away and turn to Cabot.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, “I don’t understand you at all!”

Cabot walked over to me with his hands behind his back. He leaned close to me.

“There is something else you should know about me,” he said.

“What?”

Cabot suddenly pushed my hands behind my back.

“I’m bisexual,” he said.

I felt metal, and suddenly my hands were cuffed to the bed rails. I still don’t know how he did that. I panicked, and pulled at the cuffs, but all that did was hurt my wrists. The bed was really sturdy.

Cabot laughed.

“That was too easy,” he said.

On the television screen, my Julia danced naked. I could hear the heavy breathing of the camera man and I knew the camera man was Alexander Cabot. I then felt the flesh and blood Alexander Cabot breath on the side of my face.

“This isn’t even one of the more interesting videos,” he said.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I said clenching my teeth.

Cabot turned off the TV, and sat down very close next to me.

“I know what you want to know: you want to know what it’s like being with me,” he explained.

“I’m not gay.”

“You want to know what it’s like being with me, because you’re afraid it’s really really good,” he whispered in my ear.

I gulped.

“I’m not gay,” I repeated.

“It’s a good thing I’m willing to show you.”

“I’m not ga-“

Alexander Cabot kissed me. It felt like a tiny electric buzz on my lips. My mouth opened in surprise, and his tongue slowly seeped in. I could taste the sweet wine again. He placed his hand behind my head as he leaned into me, protecting my head from the railing. I was annoyed at my helplessness, and I tried to pull my arms off the railing again, though it was useless. Suddenly Cabot pulled away, and I started hyperventilating. He laughed at my plight.

“Are you winded already?” he quipped.

He then grabbed the back of my head again, curling my brown hair in his hand. He lightly massaged my scalp, and then kissed me again. I felt warm again. I still couldn’t understand why he was doing this. I couldn’t even think straight. I wanted to melt away.

He was a good kisser, though.

After he had kissed me for so long, my lips felt cold when he pulled away. The smug pretty boy gave me a bemused look. Again I was hyperventilating.

When he put his hands on my sides he knew what he was going to do. I edged away, but he still pushed my t-shirt over my head and let it lay at my wrists. I felt awkward shirtless. I felt like a girl. I pulled my shoulders in. Cabot laughed again.

“Not bad,” he said, “I can almost see why Julia is with you. Almost.”

“You’re…!” I sputtered, but I just couldn’t finish my sentence.

Cabot placed his hand on my chest and started to play with my thick chest hair.

“You’re hairy than I am, and I’m half-Italian!” he said.

“Fake Italian!” I yelled, proud that I could get something out.

However, Cabot did not respond, but very gently started to pull a hair. I groaned.

Cabot said, “Julia does this, doesn’t she?”

I felt a jealous disgust that he knew all of Julia’s little habits in bed. Was he going to do all of them to me? Had she learned them from him? I felt so hot, though I didn’t know if it was from jealously or something else.

Cabot continued to play with my nipples, pinching them like Julia did. I imagined her over me, gleefully playing with my nipples, with no idea how hot it got me. But Cabot did know. I felt his hand slowly going down my chest, down to my thigh. I knew he felt something else.

My nipples were hard and red by this point. I was being driven made with frustration. Part of me wanted Alexander Cabot to leave me alone but part of me wanted more than this heavy petting.

Cabot left my nipples and reached up to my ear, and started to play with the lobes. He was looking me straight in the eye. I could not avoid his cheeky green eyes.

“Do you give Julia this much foreplay?” he breathed on me.

“I…stop…” I gasped.

“Probably not, if you’re this easily aroused,” he mocked me.

He moved his hand down to where my arousal was evident. I was only semi-erect, but that was wrong enough. Cabot rubbed my dick through my jeans, making me squirm. Again I couldn’t believe he was doing this.

“Don’t do this,” he murmured.

“Why?” Cabot asked.

There was an obvious answer to that question, but at that moment I could even think of it. Yet again I was tongue-tied around this jerk.

Alexander Cabot easily unbuttoned my jeans. I pulled away as he pulled down the zipper, but my stupid dick popped out, not caring who freed it.

“Not bad,” Cabot said, “I’m bigger, though.”

Oh Jesus I could only think about Alexander Cabot’s bigger dick doing my girlfriend when he said that. Then he took my dick into his warm, soft hands. His fingers felt so long. Then he started to stroke it. It’s not fair. Guys give better handjobs than women. It felt too good.

Here I was, handcuffed to a bed and half-naked in front of a full-dressed guy whose living guts I hated. Part of me wanted to leave, but now a bigger part of me wanted to stay. He was giving me the best pleasure in my life. And then he took me into his mouth.

I groaned loudly. He took his mouth off me briefly.

“I told you I was good,” he breathed right on to my erection.

He started to suck me vigorously. Out went my composure. I start to moan and pant and groan like an idiot. I was squirming around, thrusting my hips, and I could feel the burn as I pulled on my handcuffs but I didn’t care. The pleasure was overtaking the pain. I even forgot to be embarrassed.

As Cabot continued to move his head up and down my dick, I felt my dick getting harder and harder. Soon I was fully erect. Cabot took his head off my dick to survey what he had done.

“You are not totally what I expected,” he said as he measured me up.

I took this as a compliment, but otherwise I didn’t feel like I was winning with him.

Cabot got up. I again strained on my handcuffs, wishing for him to continue. I didn’t even want him to start and now I wanted him to it forever.

Cabot instead unbuttoned his shirt slowly, and tossed it to the floor. He stood there smugly, as if I would faint over his perfect chest. Just because he was incredibly attractive doesn’t make him a better person. I had more chest hair, and that has to mean something.

He leaned over until his chest was pressed right next to mind. There was nothing but a sheet of sweat between us. He could feel my dick pulsing, but I felt other things as well. Cabot gave me a quick peck and then moved away. He smiled at me smugly yet again.

Alexander Cabot mercifully went back to pleasuring me. My dick jumped when he returned his hand, and I melted when he started licking again. As he sucked me off, he started to massage my aching balls. They felt so full from all this attention, and it was a relief to feel him gently tugging at them. However, he then started to move south, past my taint. I moved away.

Cabot brought his head up, while keeping his hands on me.

“Julia has not done anal for you, has she?” he asked.

“Julia wouldn’t…” I said.

“Not with you,” he said, “With me.”

“You’re going to fuck me…”

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” Cabot asked as he roughly pulled my hard dick, “You want me to fuck you hard?”

“Oh God!”

“You’re just like Julia.”

I couldn’t deal with this when I was so close. Again I just couldn’t help but think about the two of them together.

Now that Cabot had finished talking again I felt his warm mouth on my straining hard dick. I really couldn’t take it anymore. I threw back my head and screamed. My orgasm hit me. I exploded into his mouth. I had never had such an intense orgasm. I felt totally spent.

Alexander Cabot managed to swallow with dignity. He got up and freed me from my handcuffs. I immediately fell over. He watched as I caught my breath.

“So is your curiosity satisfied?” he asked.

I answered, “No.”

It was almost midnight when I finally left his apartment. I must have fallen asleep for a moment. Alexander Cabot acted as if nothing happened. I drove home in a daze.

When I arrived back at the apartment, Julia greeted me at the door. She was in her pajamas, but she had her glasses on, and was carrying a book.

“You spent an awful long time at Lexy’s,” she remarked innocently.

“Yeah, um, we talked for that time,” I replied.

“Told you he was a good conversationalist.”

If I blushed at that comment, Julia didn’t notice.

“I’ll just go to bed now,” I said as I walked past her to the bedroom.

Julia followed me in.

“So, you straightened things out with him?” she asked.

“Yes, yes, I’m going to take a shower now,” I said, walking into the master bathroom.

“Hmm, you never take showers at night.”

I turned around. Julia was back in bed with her novel. Her remark was just idle musing. I went on like everything was normal. I took a cold shower and washed off any scent remaining. I brushed my teeth for five minutes and I rinsed with mouthwash. I put on my old t-shirt and boxers. I went to my side of the bed and lay between the sheets.

“So,” Julia asked, “What did Lexy tell you?”

“He told me that everything’s fine now,” I said, “Can I just go to sleep?”

“See? I told you not to be jealous of him.”

“I just want to sleep.”

Julia put the novel away and laid her arm across my chest. I pushed it down.

“Not now,” I said.

“Jeez, okay,” she replied.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. I wanted to think of other things, but I just kept thinking about how this could happen to me? It was just that thought, running over and over. I don’t know how I finally fell asleep.

I don’t know what dreams I had, but when I woke up, I had changed things around. Maybe this wasn’t a bad thing. After all, the great Alexander Cabot had choosing me to service. I knew he had to find some enjoyment out of it. He certainly got sweaty doing it. I had definitely felt some action in his pants when he leaned over me. Alexander Cabot had the hots for me. Ha, maybe he was using Julia to get to me?

And besides, it felt very good. Damn too good.

I rolled over and gently poked Julia.

“Hmm?’ she murmured sexily.

“Good morning, Julia,” I said as I place my arm over her.

“Ahh…” she replied knowingly.

I made love to Julia all morning. I just felt so invigorated. And yes, I did give her foreplay. It isn’t like the Italians have a copyright on that. I know I did a good job. I was the one with Julia after all, not Alexander.

However, on Sunday, when I noticed Julia on the phone, I felt weird. I knew she was talking with Alexander. Again I felt jealous. Did she have any idea what happened between us on that night?

Still, on Monday, when I went back to the office, I felt better. The ball was in my court, and anyway Cabot would be leaving soon. I wouldn’t have to hear everyone talk about him.

It seemed like everyone was talking about him. Well, maybe not talking about him, but everything seemed to revolve around the handsome consultant.

“I wonder if Atopia is ever going to change,” Bob said to me at the coffee machine.

“They aren’t going to listen to Cabot,” I said.

“I meant like getting a new database system or something.”

“Then they should hire someone who knows something about that, not that Cabot guy.”

“Josh, I’m tired of talking about Cabot,” Bob said.

“Me too,” I agreed.

A little after one, I got a message from Cabot. I saw his number on the caller ID on my office phone, and I wondered for a second if I should pick it up. I did.

“Hello, Joshua,” he said in the deep dark voice which leaves me speechless. God I hate that voice.

Part of me was shocked that he was calling me, till I remembered that it wasn’t shocking. We were technically working together.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Cabot,” I said.

“You can call me Alexander. Or Lexy,” he replied.

Lexy. That was what Julia called him.

I kept my formal tone. “May I ask for your reason for calling?”

“You’re perfectly able to,” he laughed, “But really, I want to talk to you about what happened Friday night.”

“Yes, thank you for inviting me.”

In a mock hurt tone he said, “You aren’t going to thank me for the fellatio?”

I looked around the office. I felt like everyone could hear our conversation.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”

“You know, when I put your erect penis in my mouth and gave you the greatest pleasure you had ever known in your life.”

Even if nobody could actually hear our conversation, I knew they could see my red ears.

“Sir,” I said, “I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

“When do you want to talk about it?”

“Later?”

“How about in half an hour, in the storage closet?”

“The storage closet?”

“I’ll be there. But there won’t be much talking.”

“Why in the storage closet?”

“You’re cute,” he laughed again, “But really, if you want to feel that again…”

“I…” I stuttered, “Yes.”

“See you then,” he said, and hung up.

I slowly put the phone back in the receiver. I thought to myself: why did I say yes? Then a thought came from lower down: why wouldn’t I say yes? It was the greatest pleasure in my life, and I would be a fool not to go for it again.

Yes, but that pleasure was from my girlfriend’s obnoxious ex-boyfriend. Her male ex-boyfriend. I’m not that way. I’m not gay. I have a girlfriend, and I’m not going to cheat on her with a man I don’t even like.

But, I could at least go and talk to him? Find out why he did that thing he did that night. He was obviously very interested in me. I should get things straight with him, so to speak. It didn’t mean we had to have sex.

Also…those lips and tongue. God, they were amazing and that was just when he was kissing me. I really wanted to feel that again. But would I?

I sat there for fifteen minutes going over this. I must have looked like a space case just staring like that. I tried for awhile to do some work but I just kept looking at clock every five seconds. With five minutes to the appointment time, I just went to the closet.

The closet was dark. I remembered that the light bulb had burnt out and they hadn’t replaced it yet. At least I wouldn’t have to see his smug face, I thought. After checking to see that nobody was watching, I walked in and closed the door. I don’t know how long I stood in that damn closet like a moron. But then finally someone entered.

My zipper was suddenly pulled down, and my semi-erect cock fished out of my boxers. I wondered if I should do something, but I decided not to. I felt a warm mouth on my erection. I felt good, but it didn’t feel quite right. I ignored that thought, and tried to relax.

Then the door was opened.

“Joshua!” Julia cried.

I looked over to see Julia with Alexander Cabot. Who was I with then? I looked down and saw some strange woman. She had taken her mouth of my dick and was looking at Alexander. I quickly zipped up.

“I didn’t know!” I yelled, “I thought…”

“You thought what?” she answered back.

What was I going to say? I thought it was Alexander? I couldn’t say that.

“What are you doing here?” I yelled stupidly.

“Lexy invited me! He had something to show me! What are you doing?”

“What is this shit?” asked the strange woman, standing up.

I got a good look at the woman I had been caught with. She looked rather skanky. Where did she come from?

“I can explain!” I yelled.

“Explain!?” Julia yelled back.

There were some people looking at us right now. This was the most embarrassing moment of my life. The strange skank took her moment to leave.

“Please, can we talk later?” I asked.

“I don’t want to talk now,” Julia said, “I’m leaving the apartment.”

Julia left in tears, with that damn Alexander Cabot following her. I dropped on my knees and punched the ground as hard as I could.

I was fired from my job.

When I returned to my apartment, Julia had already taken all of her stuff. She left a note saying that she was at Cabot’s, and she didn’t want to talk to me for a week. I don’t know what I’ll say to her when the week is done.

Alexander Cabot wasn’t giving me the cold shoulder, unfortunately. He called me.

“Joshua,” he said, “How are you?”

I thought about hanging up. But I did want to talk to him.

“Alexander,” I replied, “Why did you do it?”

“You figured it out.”

“I know you set me up. You hired a prostitute just to trip me up. You…you did all that just to set me up. Why?”

“Why?” Alexander Cabot got very serious at that moment, “Because I love Julia Moore. She is more precious than you can imagine, and I couldn’t stand the thought of some unsophisticated middle manager having her. Do you understand?”

“But what about me?’ I asked.

“What about you? I just used you to get Julia.”

“But I thought…”

“I just took your girlfriend and you’re worried about your own little crush? You disgust me.”

That bastard then hung up on me. He was just playing with me this whole time. And now he’s with Julia!

I still don’t see what’s so great about him.