Hot Denial

The Boss

Levon was surprised by what he heard. Normally, VIPs would make a particular request of what they want and it was just left for him to suggest to them a better idea, no one has ever said whatever was fine. But he has a job to keep so he had to be professional. He took the tablet from him and handed him a white towel.

"Okay, tie this around your waist. I'll be giving you a deep-tissue massage."

Roman wanted to call him out on the attitude and tone he used with him but he remembered he gave him the right to make a choice and they were still putting up an act. He begrudgingly took the towel and stood to put it around his waist. Levon had just finished placing the last bottle of oil on the table, he turned around, and what he saw sent his mind drifting. He watched as the man threw the robe carelessly yet majestically to the floor. He was displeased with this client's attitude and at the same time the defined V-line and abs with very toned arms and legs made him wonder just how many days and hours this man spends inside the gym. He never wanted this kind of guy to come to work with him at night, he'll sure take all his female and even male customers. No, he wouldn't want that, he wanted to be the only hot bartender and keep all the change to himself, thank you very much. The man covered his black Calvin Klein pant with the towel and looked at the gaping masseur in his front.

"Pick it up."

Levon heard the man's commanding tone and made up his mind that this man sure had issues. What was his problem anyway? He indeed needed a massage, he was so cranked up like a lady in menopause. He sighed lightly and moved to pick up the robe, thinking the man would shift or climb the bed or just get himself out of the way, but he maintained his position, making him squat directly below the man's waist.

‘Oh s**t’

He quickly picked up the robe, folded it neatly, and placed it inside a drawer. Roman saw how flustered the masseur became and decided to let him be.

“Let’s start.” He lay on the bed and closed his eyes. He heard cool relaxing music start to play when he closed his eyes, he opened them and saw the masseur placing his phone down on the table. Levon always connects his Bluetooth to play music each time he worked, it made the atmosphere more relaxing and soothing. He turned around with a bottle of coconut oil in his hand and stood beside the bed.

"Do you have any allergies, sir?"

"No."

"Do you have any kind of illness that should be taken note of?"

"No."

"Have you had or recently undergone any surgery?"

"No."

"Okay."

Roman looked up at him and saw him scribbling on a book. He was sure good at his work but he still had to put him in his place. He won't be allowed to do whatever he wanted with his company and time. He felt trickles of cool oil on his skin and looked down to see he had started with... his leg?. He immediately sighed as he felt his cool skilled hands come in contact with his skin, his fingers worked diligently with slow strokes on his leg, he smoothly massaged one leg then the other, and then came up to his thighs. Roman looked at the man's serious face, his brows fanning his cheeks as he blinked, and he subconsciously bit his red lips now and then.

"Do you feel any discomfort, sir?" Levon asked without looking up.

"No." This time, his voice sounded more relaxed. Seemed like he needed a massage after all.

"Let me know if you do."

"Mm."

He watched the masseur as his slender fingers delivered slow dibs and strokes to his thigh, he felt notches release everywhere he touched.

Levon rolled up the towel to the level of the man's pants and marveled at how detailed his body was. He applied more Oil to aid his massage as he attended to the other thigh. He moved from his knee to his hip, making sure to release every tight notch.

Roman sighed and closed his eyes. He wanted to tell him that he now felt discomfort, he wanted to tell him that they can stop now but he didn't know where to tell him he felt discomfort if he asked him; he couldn't possibly tell him that he was stirring his member down there. He closed his eyes and sighed, relieved as he felt him leave his thigh and come up to his upper body. Levon poured oil into his palm and placed them on his chest then rubbed them along his diaphragm and down to his V-line.

"I envy your body, sir. I'll give anything to have this kind of body."

Levon admired innocently, not knowing the turmoil he was causing.

"Just shut up and get this over with." Roman gritted his teeth suppressing what he felt. It was very hard for him to keep it down, the music and the way his fingers glided through his arms, biceps, chest, and abs weren't helping out at all. And being abstinent for months now; he wasn’t ready for this wickedly innocent attack.

After an hour, Levon was clearing out the table as the man stood behind, fixing up his tuxedo. He turned and smiled at him.

"Thank you for patronizing us. Please feel free to book a home service with us if you liked our services."

He expected the man to give a nice reply or say he enjoyed the service just like any other client would, but he got the opposite of nice.

"They say you're the best and I see why..."

Levon smiled politely and nodded not wanting to seem as if he was showing off.

"You seduce your clients." It was a statement, not a question or a guess.

Levon never expected what he heard, he stood there, stunned for a while before he came to. He has had enough, this man have been acting all high and mighty from the beginning, and he didn't mind that because he has seen a bunch of arrogant people in his field but had never seen an arrogant narcissistic moron.

"I'm sorry if I gave you a wrong impression through my behavior or during the massage, but I assure you that I'm in no way interested in you. C'mon dude, I just admired your body with a clear conscience, which isn’t a crime. We're both guys, even though I know society is quite open these days but trust me, I am not among the bent ones, sir. I'm straight as a pole." He went and stood directly in front of the man, even if the man was a good head taller than he was, he still looked up at him with a fiercely determined face.

"If you felt uncomfortable with the service you received...please, do not come back, rid us of narcissistic egotistical beings like you." He finished and started walking out. "You know the way out." He slammed the door as he left.

Roman was dazed, amused, and annoyed. No one, absolutely no one in his 29 years of life has ever spoken rudely to him, and right in his face at that. He smirked and made up his mind. He wasn’t going to fore him anymore, he would torture him. He was going to let him keep his job but he would wish to quit and when the time came...he would grant his wish with no regret.

Levon sat in the cafeteria with Mandy and Jerry telling them about the jerk he met a few minutes ago. They both looked at him like he was crazy. Was he being serious? the three of them started working at the spa during the same period and this is also the first time for them to see the boss physically but it sure wasn't the first time they saw his face. They've browsed him a couple of times just to be safe; so looking at their friend sitting at the other side of the table seriously cursing out their boss...they were both speechless and stupefied.

"Then I walked out."

He finished proudly, hoping to get some hype for his bravado from his friends for putting the egocentric man in place.

"Umm...Levon, the boss..."

"Oh, s**t, that's true. I'll be heading up now, wish me luck." He quickly stood, not allowing Jerry to finish his statement.

"No…What he's trying to say is..."

"Levon the boss is asking for you now, why didn't you go with him to the office?"

Mr. Humphrey informed and asked at the time. He stood in front of the cafeteria door adjusting his glasses with a serious plump face.

"I'm sorry Mr. Humphrey. I was just going up now."

He quickly left the cafeteria and up the elevator. Mandy mentally face-palmed while Jerry snickered.

"I feel sorry for him." Mandy sighed.

"It's gonna be fun." Jerry continued to snicker.

"You two, launch time is over. Get to work." Mr. Humphrey said curtly and left.

Levon has never been to the 50th floor before, seems it's where the boss had his office and many more offices. Unfamiliar faces walked by him, quietly entering their offices. The place was so quiet, you would think no living soul was on that floor. Unlike the lower floors where his colleagues worked...quite the opposite. He walked straight to the last door that read ‘PLEASE KNOCK.’ His boss was sure mysterious if not, why would he use white color on the whole floor and make his door the only black color on the 50th floor? He inhaled deeply and knocked.

"Come in.”

Was the barely there reply he got. He put his hand on the knob and pushed the door open. He felt ridiculous standing in the office and adorning the only illuminating material in the room. His white scrub was the only colorful thing in that room. Everything, like every single object in that office, was black. Even the strange yet familiar man bent over and working on his table was in black.

"Have a sit."