It wasn’t a compliment exactly, but it landed like one. Gay porn “You’re not like the others here.”“I don’t think that’s true.”“It is,” he said, watching me now. I met his gaze for a second too long before looking away.He reached past me to grab a stray file, and I caught the faint scent of cologne—something cool, expensive, and masculine. Hierarchical. That glint in his eye, the way he tilted his head as if measuring your worth. He wasn’t in a rush. It was sharp, alive. That’s what makes you interesting.”He left me standing there, mouth partway open, coffee forgotten.Interesting.No one had called me that in years. “Want to walk with me to the elevators?”I followed.We walked in silence to the elevator bay, footsteps soft on the carpet. Not in the sense of threat—but in the way predators are dangerous to prey. A single sheet inside. A question.What did he want from me?Because whatever it was, I already knew I would give it.That afternoon, I watched him in a meeting—just across the glass from the corridor, seated at the head of the table as if he’d been born to lead it.
