Somewhere, there’s an alarm blaring.

I’m fucking confused—didn’t I just quit the day job?

Isn’t that what we just hired a new CEO for?

A few blinks, and it all comes back to me.

MaleOrder.com.

Kat. Sweet, luscious little Kat.

She’s up and moving.

“I have to go. It’s my first day at my new job,” she explains. As she scrambles around, she pauses to look at me. “Can you get a move on?”

She sounds pissed. Maybe she’s been speaking for a while. I don’t fucking know.

“Sure, babe,” I stretch, and yawn. “But I was hoping for a solution to this morning glory, actually.”

She gives me a scowling frown, so telling of just so much frustration. It makes me want to put my cock in her mouth and show her some real relief.

She’s pulling on a tight skirt and slipping into a blouse while she brushes her hair.

“Get up,” she barks, just expecting me to leave without a fight.

I gawk at her as she puts on a pair of pink heels.

“Now!”

I do and dawdle to the bathroom, cock swinging. Once I’m done, I wander toward the kitchen. I come up behind her and grab her around the waist, pushing my cock against her ass.

For a moment, I can feel her.

Her body relaxes. Her eyes close. Her lips part ever-so-slightly as she tilts her head toward the heavens…

She fucking wants it.

“That’s right, baby,” I tell her, running my hands up and down the crispness of her linen blouse. “Feel me. Love me. Give into it.”

“No,” she says, now sounding really irritated. “Feel me—we’re not doing this right now. I need to get a move on…and you need to get the fuck out.”

She pushes me off and steps away.

“But baby,” I joke. I can’t stop grinning. “I’m your mail-order husband. I’m supposed to swan around here all day being pampered until you get back to fuck me.”

She lets out a very angry exhalation, holding her nose briefly.

“Look, enough of this shit. Last night was great and all, but it’s back to business now. I have a job to get to, and you have other various engagements of being a fuck toy, I’m sure.”

She’s clearly trying to insult me. The joke is on her though; it was a rather accurate description. Nothing she’s saying is stinging in the slightest.

She glares at me, sipping some coffee.

“Aren’t you going to offer me a beverage, darling? Were you raised by wolves or something?”

She slams her cup down on the counter—mercifully empty, otherwise she’d be getting changed—and points furiously at the counter.

“Make your own fucking coffee. I’m not your slave!”

“No, babe, but I’m yours. You’re supposed to take me in and love me.” I give her my best sad puppy face. “I have no clothes. I’m stuck here.”

She stares at me, face going flat. “You…”

“Yeah, babe. I arrived here wearing nothing but a fucking bow,” I say, stirring up some coffee for myself and jutting my hips out so it’s very obvious how hard my cock is. “Which you remove from me, if you’ll recall. So, if you want me to get the fuck out, I’m going to get arrested.”

This is fucking hilarious. I grin over the edge of my coffee cup, jiggling my cock up and down.

“Will you fucking stop that!”

“Not until you suck it, babe.”

“Where the fuck do they find guys like you anyway?”

“Oh, we’re made to measure. Printed off an assembly line by 3D printers. Quite amazing actually.”

“Okay, fuck this,” she says, rolling her eyes at me. “I’m late now. Really fucking late! Stay here, then. See if I give a shit.”

She grabs her purse and slams out the door.

I chuckle as I finish my coffee. It’s nice to antagonize her just that little bit more—as well as make her late for work.

Wish I could’ve talked her into sex, though. Then, she’d be even later, and it would wear that edge off her.

I sit down on the couch casually, picking up the phone. I call my secretary, but before I can explain everything I need, she’s already on it.

“What’s the address, Will?” she asks.

I chuckle at her bored tone. The many times I’ve ended up buck naked somewhere I don’t remember going!

I settle back to wait for my emergency package to arrive. Once I’ve got a suit and a cell, I’ll head to work and squeeze the new CEO just for kicks.

Once my suit arrives, with a bit of emergency cash and a new phone, I head out to get a cab. It’s a nice morning, all clean and crisp with sunlight.

Whatever job that woman does, it must be rough. It’s barely nine a.m. now. I can’t remember the last time I was up this early.

We reach the building, and I tip my cabbie, whistling a bit as I hit the stairs. I’m interested to see the new CEO. I’ve been wining and dining so much for the business—and for myself—that I haven’t had a chance to meet the guy yet.

I’ve heard he’s some kind of prodigy, quite young for having jumped into big business. I feel like the guy might have a rough day, and I want to be there to see him sweat. Nothing like pressure from the owner to make a new job even more rough.

Not to mention a nice collection of fires I’ve set up.

Sometimes, I’m so good I amaze myself.

I wander up to the main floor, still whistling a bit. I can hear female voices from the office—my old office—so I head there. It’s just hitting main business hours, so that’s where the new guy should be.

As I approach, I start to get a weird feeling. These voices are familiar. My secretary, of course I know.

But the other voice…I’m sure I’ve heard it somewhere before.

Oh, dear god. Please don’t tell me one of my former fuck buddies has tracked me down. It happens occasionally, and it’s always embarrassing as hell.

I move up to the doorway, and I see her from the back.

The recognition is a physical shock. I notice the pink heels first. I lean on the door frame, grinning and enjoying the view.

“Well, fuck me,” I blurt, announcing my presence loudly.

They both turn and look at me.

When she sees me, she doesn’t look happy about it.

“No,” Kat says, jaw dropped. “What the fuck—no. Get. Out. Now. Before I call security.”

My poor secretary is trying to melt into the wall. My grin just gets wider as I look my newest acquisition right in the eyes.

“I don’t think so, baby. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Will Ambrose, and I run this fucking show. Welcome to my company, sweetheart.”

The silence is glorious, but the look on Kat’s face is even better.