|Furious, Blayne slammed down his book on his desk. Standing, he stalked over to the window. He glared out at the empty yard and braced his hands against the window ledge.
"What's got you so mad?" Morgan's voice came behind him.
Whirling, Blayne stared at him. Morgan leaned against the open doorway of his office. Blayne walked over to his desk.
"So you finally deem to grace me with your presence," he said.
"Why don't you tell me how you really feel?" Morgan's tone was mild.
It only aggravated him. "Fine. We were supposed to meet over two weeks ago to discuss what I wanted to do."
"Didn't you get my note saying to go ahead with what you wanted?"
Blayne gritted his teeth. "Yes, bu -- "
He interrupted. "Did you do it?"
"Yes, bu -- "
Morgan did it again. "So what's the problem?"
Blayne stared at him, then asked between clenched teeth, "Can you let me finish?"
Morgan nodded, a small smile on his lips.
Blayne breathed out, then spoke. "I did, but I wanted to go over it with you before I proceeded."
"From what I see, you did fine. Made things easier and more concise." Morgan shrugged.
Blayne blinked, then asked, "How do you know?"
"I've been looking at what you set up. I did have a few questions," Morgan said.
"Okay," Blayne said.
Morgan asked questions, and he answered. With each question, Blayne tried to understand what was happening. Morgan made a few suggestions, and he agreed with them.
"Okay. If you make the changes, it will make it much better. Sounds good." Morgan stood.
"The old program wasn't so bad. Just needed to be tweaked and modified some. Who built the code?"
Morgan smiled, then said, "I did."
Blayne tried to hide his shock.
"Computerizing my records to make it easier to run the ranch is only smart. Ranching is a comprehensive business. And I like knowing all aspects of my business." Morgan went to the door. He paused and looked back over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "The funny thing about assumptions. They usually prove false."
He left. Blayne sat and stared at the empty doorway. He smiled. From his little interaction with Morgan, he was coming to realize there was more to the man than met the eye.
"And by the way..." Morgan said.
Blayne glanced up. Morgan strolled toward him in a seemingly predatory way. Instinct made Blayne stand. Morgan walked up to him and pulled him into his chest.
"Wha -- "
Morgan kissed him. It wasn't tentative. It was a claiming–hard, firm and marking Blayne as his. Blayne gripped his shoulder. Morgan bit his bottom lip. Blayne gasped as Morgan stroked his tongue inside his mouth, then suckled Blayne's tongue into his own mouth. His fingers gripped Blayne's ass, lifting him against his firm body. Blayne moaned and rubbed against him. He hissed as their erections brushed against each other. Morgan groaned and ground against him.
He pulled away and removed Blayne's hands from his shoulders. Morgan stepped back, turned, and walked out. Blayne sagged into the chair. He lifted a shaking hand to his swollen lips.
"Well, at least now I know he's gay. And interested." His voice was rough and husky.
Copyright © Talia Carmichael, 2011.
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