What the…?
Okay, a weird day had turned f*****g bizarre. Daniel crouched in the water, hiding as much of his body as possible from his boss’s gaze, and Richard…stood on display. Blinking several times, rapidly, as this information sank in; Daniel wondered how he failed to notice. Hands behind his head, elbows wide, chest pushed forward, only the water concealing what—Daniel glanced down, swiftly raising his gaze—had to be an erect and substantial p***s bobbing under the surface. If Richard wanted him, what the f**k was the man waiting for? Permission?
No, not that. Never that. Richard pushed any advantage. Not force, but authority, of which Richard had a majority.
Though Daniel didn’t know how he found the strength he returned Richard’s stare, his natural penchant for leaning to anger w
