Loosened Ties

CHAPTER 1- The First Day

Thump. Thump. Thump.

My heart beat against my chest with rapid succession as I tried to walk calmly into the entrance of the establishment. The automatic doors wheeled open after detecting me and the chilly, air conditioned room gripped my lungs and refused to release the strangle-hold.

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My newly bought leather shoes squeaked on contact with the polished and buffed floor until I was at the marble counter, face to face with the receptionist. Her dark brown eyes peered above the red-frame glasses that sat comfortably on her bulbous nose above her broad lips. When she scanned me over once, her head dipped below the counter then she popped up again, brandishing a phone receiver then motioned her hand to the right where I proceeded to.

Tacky and clammy my hands began to gel together. The sweat was evident on them and my brow as I tried to draw in breaths which only scratched and bruised my oesophogas. Pushing the grey door in front me, my breath hitched for a second then released with a soft sigh as I entered the carpeted room. A brown, hard wood desk sprawled two quarters of the room in front the vast, concrete jungle view. It was littered with stacks of paper work and a small lamp pushed to the left edge which was ready to topple over like the leaning tower of Pisa. Dragging my hands up and down the length of my starched infused slacks, I walked in further.

“Good morning Mr. Sanders,” the deep voice boomed, then resonated with in my body, sending thrills of electrifying shocks that sparked more beads of sweat.

My eyes shifted quickly to a plaque on the right wall then down to the strong arm that awaited my firm handshake. I took it hesitantly at first but then tensed up and gave a promising iron grip. The man’s face brightened with a full-teeth smile, highlighting his pearly whites. I flashed him a crocked, uncertain smile and took a seat after he invited me to.

“Welcome to Kirst and Burns! I’m Boris Kirst. Co-founder of the company. It says here…” Mr. Kirst began as he slowly fingered the white sheets of paper, “that today is your first day! I didn’t call you in here for much, just to say welcome and I hope you work hard as hell for me during the period of your employment. Your office is down the hall to the left, two doors down actually with your name on it. Please don’t hesitate to call if there’s anything you need and a personal assistant will be on hand to help as well.” He ended.

I shook my head as a sign of my understanding then I looked at his face quickly. Our eyes met and held for a second before I was plunging mine to the ground in sheer humility. There was not enough time to detail his face but his fading hazel eyes knocked me off guard and a slight sensation sparked in my groin.

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Black and white décor punctuated the quaint room as I began to get comfortable behind my desk. Muffled voices could be heard from behind the door but it was a busy Monday morning at the most sought after insurance company on the island. Closing my eyes I drew in a few breaths, wiped my hands again and released the oxygen into carbon dioxide.

I was here.

Finally gaining my internship I had made it to the dream job, though I was a twenty- seven year old bachelor with a string of minimum wage jobs, I had finally gotten that break. Turning on the Apple laptop, I opened the first document headed, “Today’s assignment.” The barely even noticeable click switched on my brain cells, erased the anxiety and I was now the workaholic that I knew myself to be.

The chair scooted with ease as I drew myself closer to the desk and got comfortable. All the instructions were laid out for me on sticky notes around my desk which made the flow of work quick and efficient. Powering away at the keys I input several amounts of data. Another deep breath escaped my lips as I rested my hands behind my head, swirling lightly in the chair. Allowing my thoughts to drift, I settled on Mr. Kirst; his booming voice engulfing me in a musk that I could not ignore. From the silhouette out of the corner of my eyes, he had a muscular, mature build, which tugged at my curiosity.

I breathed again, recalling my last encounter with a man- Robert. Tongue dancing on my lips as he embraced me in a loving hold. Our bodies mingled, clung to each other passionately as he whispered my name over and over…

Those days were long gone and so was Robert. It had been five years since we broke up and since then, I had never felt the desires of the flesh. Drowning myself in work to cope with the loneliness, my big heart break led to my big employment break and the yearning for man to man touch slowly began to fade into a distant memory.

Knock .Knock. Knock.

Robert, yearning for someone’s touch, and being gay, were all pushed to the back of my mind as I watched the door to my office push open slowly. My nerves were cooled now I was in my element then the strong male knuckles came into view. Firmly gripping the door the authoritative figure came waltzing into my office. I perked up immediately as Mr. Kirst stood arms dangling from his body in front my desk. Immediately I thought to stand but he motioned to stay seated then began to walk closer to me.

“I was going to call but I was already making my rounds so I thought I could kill two birds with one stone,” he began; his tongue just lightly moving across his lips as he licked them.

Almost immediately he had my attention and I caught myself staring. It was way too hard to pry my eyes away and I just let them browse his body further. Though Mr. Kirst was covered heavily with shirt, pants and jacket, I could still make out his strong build. Biracial tendencies struck his features harshly with the black tendrils of slightly low cut hair that curled perfectly on his head. Long lashes shaded the earlier attention grabbing faded hazel eyes, leading to a small nose and plump lips. His lowly pigmented skin leant him to be a pale black person.

Desire was on my mind but I allowed the thought to go no further since I really was not ready for any relationship, especially with my boss, and as we talked and I opened up to him just a tad bit, I felt the need to remain even more focused on my work. This man, Mr. Kirst, though he had a different name…he resembled Robert in so many ways it made my heart ache slightly and my groin groan lightly with lust.

This was only the first day, if things continued like this...It could only spell the worst.

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