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.” Judas’s gaze was daring, challenging, when he added, “We won’t be staying.”Who the hell did this son of a bitch think he was? I met Judas’s eyes, glaring back and started to protest, but the waiter cut me off before I could get a word out.“Yes, sir,” Marcus responded, completely ignoring me.“What time would you like your dinner delivered to your home?”“Wait just one minute,” I said incredulously.Judas shushed me with one finger.“Six will be fine, Marcus.It will give Mr.Matthews a chance to have his Bourbon.” He stood and shook the server’s hand.I noticed the wad of bills tucked against his palm before Marcus took it.“Please put Mr.Matthews drink on my account.” He then turned and looked at me expectantly.“Shall we?”In a split second I had to make a choice.Bury my disdain behind a facade of indifference and follow Judas out of the restaurant and be daddy’s “boy” or make a scene and blow a very important deal.There really was no choice.I stood and followed a confident Judas out of the restaurant.It was not the arrogant prick I followed, but the allure of financial gain.I was money’s bitch, not Mr.Mattox’s.As we stepped out of Batali’s the door attendant opened the back door on a black stretch limo.Judas held out his arm.“After you, Mr.Matthews.”Again, I hesitated.Dammit, I was really struggling to catch up and beat him at whatever game he was playing.I was always the player, the one calling the shots and having to hand over the control reins to this pompous ass went against everything I was.I fucking despised him for what he was making me do.I let the rage fill me; like an old familiar friend, winding through my system, clearing my head, narrowing my focus down until it was firmly on my goal.Money.Judas’s body visibly stiffened, hazel eyes turning cold as he continued to hold his arm out, expectantly.“I don’t like settling, Mr.Matthews, and I dislike being kept waiting even more.”Gritting my teeth, to keep the anger from bubbling up in the form of a snarky rebuttal, I grudgingly got in.If Mr.Mattox was hoping to impress me, he would surely be disappointed.Our company limo, while not a stretch, was much more extravagant.It was my turn to smirk at the man as he slid into the seat next to me.With the shock wearing off, combined with the fact that Judas obviously wouldn’t have an issue with a man checking him out, I let my eyes wander leisurely down his body.I had known he was attractive and a very large man.He had a good four inches on my six-foot frame and at least forty pounds on me.Overly puffed up muscles, I guessed from long hours in the gym and steroids.The dim lighting of the alley way however, hadn’t allowed me to get a good look at him.To be quite honest, I hadn’t fucking cared what he looked like, and I still didn’t.It was more about sizing up my opponent.Judas’s head was shaved, not because he was bald, I could see the dark stubble across his scalp, but because he looked fucking bad ass with it cut like that.Intentional I was sure.He was clean-shaven across his strong, square jaw, nicely sculpted cheeks and brow.The only thing that marred the perfection of his features was the slight bump on the bridge of his nose.He was handsome as hell and it irked me that I found him so attractive.He was also intimidated me, something I was not used to.I didn’t bottom for many men, actually I’d only bottomed once before meeting Judas and found I hadn’t liked being in a submissive position.I was a much better top.But if I was going to—actually I had—take it up the ass, it would be someone like Judas Mattox.He just screamed pure fucking man.“Like what you see, boy?”That pulled me up short.I hated being called boy, even by someone like Judas.“My name is Lee,” I hissed.“Really? I could have sworn you told me your name was Tommy.”My gut rolled.I knew I hadn’t told him my street name, which meant he knew a hell of a lot more about me than I did him.Judas tapped a finger against his chin, his expression one of mock concentration and then pointed it at me.“Tommy Rhage isn’t it?”I stared wide-eyed at him.For the third time in the span of thirty minutes he’d knocked me on my ass and left me speechless.A position I’d never been in before and one I didn’t particularly care for.To be honest, I loathed it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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