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Malcolm put his cell phone back in its
case, eyes still on Leigh’s back. Although Malcolm had
no clue what it was about this man that drew him, he
would pursue it. After they’d finished the job. That
only gave him an added incentive to get things done on
time. Not that he needed it—he didn’t work any other
way.
With that in mind, Malcolm finished moving the boxes.
As he piled them in the dining area, he could feel
Leigh watching him. A small grin curled his lips.
Yep—he couldn’t wait to get this job completed and get
to know Mr Masters better. His shaft hardened, very
much in agreement with the idea. Malcolm placed the
last box on the pile and turned to Leigh…and caught
him watching him.
“Ready to show me the rest?”
Leigh nodded and got off the stool. Malcolm walked
behind him, appreciating the curve of his ass. The
constriction in his jeans got tighter. Malcolm stifled
a groan. Yep—this project would be a test of his
professionalism and control.
* * * *
Four weeks later, Malcolm wiped off his forehead
and sat back on his heels. He glanced at the crown
moulding he was putting up. It gave the store a classy
look. Malcolm rolled his shoulders. He’d let the guys
go for the night. They had been working hard, pushing
to get stuff done.
“I said, that is not acceptable.” Leigh’s voice
sounded from the counter not far from where Malcolm
was working.
Malcolm recognised the tone as the one Leigh had used
on him that first time. He turned his head and watched
Leigh who was sitting behind the counter, on the
phone. He was in a button-down, short-sleeved shirt
the colour of his eyes. Without seeing the bottom half
of his body, Malcolm would bet he was in some kind of
slacks and loafers. Since he’d meet Leigh, Malcolm
couldn’t remember ever seeing him in jeans, boots or
sneakers. Leigh’s pants even had a perfect crease down
the front.
“I’m opening in four weeks and you will have the
display set-ups I ordered here as you promised. By
next week.” Leigh hung up.
Malcolm strode over to him. Leigh glanced up. When he
was in front of the counter, Malcolm leaned against
it.
“At least you didn’t threaten him with your lawyer.”
“I reserve that for special occasions. Namely wayward
contractors. And it worked. You’ve done a lot in the
last few weeks. But I still I have my doubts you’ll be
finished on time. At least using the lawyer card
worked to get the work moving forward. It whipped you
into shape. ” Leigh smirked.
“You’ve got a sharp tongue when you’re angry.”
“Then don’t make me angry,” Leigh retorted.
“I could think of a lot of things you could do with
your tongue.” Malcolm watched Leigh’s lips as he said
it.
They parted and his tongue swiped out, wetting them.
Malcolm raised his gaze. Leigh’s blue eyes were
intent. Malcolm debated for a moment whether he should
do the professional thing and walk away. It was only
four more weeks until he could ask Leigh out.
Malcolm wasn’t sure who moved first. He reached for
Leigh, and Leigh seemed to launch himself out of his
chair and onto his knees on the counter. Malcolm slid
his hands over Leigh’s waist and pulled him across the
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