The car Thorne had ordered arrived then. “The car service bills my account,” he told Dash.

Dash nodded. “Next Friday?”

“See you then.” Thorne tried to play it cool even though his cock was throbbing and he knew he wouldn’t work when he got home. He’d jerk off thinking about Dash and wondering what he had planned for next week.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Thorne’s office phone lit up. Lauren, his assistant, was paging him. “Yes?”

“Your meeting started at ten.”

Thorne glanced at the clock. It was five minutes past the hour. How had he lost track of time? “Thank you, Lauren. Let them know I’ve been delayed and I’ll be there shortly.”

“Yes, sir.” There was a pause. “Is something wrong?”

“No, I simply need a few minutes to conclude something I started last night. It’s…for the meeting.”

“Of course, sir.” Lauren knew he was lying. She also knew she’d reminded him of the meeting when he’d arrived that morning, but she wasn’t about to call him out on either point.

He hadn’t actually been working at all. He’d been daydreaming about Dash. He couldn’t get the man out of his mind. Thorne had jerked off in the shower, fantasizing about Dash driving his fat cock up his ass, just like he’d done every fucking day since he last saw Dash. It was only Wednesday. Would he make it to Friday with his sanity intact? He could always see if Dash was free later.

No. He shook his head and started gathering the paperwork he needed for his meeting. Once a week. That’s enough.

He’d always been eager for his Filthy Fridays as he’d come to think of them. But he’d never obsessed over a man like he was doing with Dash. The intensity of what he felt had to be unhealthy. It was sure as hell unexpected, and he hated the unexpected.

Thorne forced himself to close up his briefcase and head for the elevator, nodding at Lauren as he walked by her desk. He didn’t want to go to this meeting. The client who’d called it was a pain in the ass and always had been, the kind who micromanaged the consultation process every step of the way, despite the fact that it was his managers who would implement the changes Thorne suggested, not him. The man’s company was a large one though, and he was well connected. Thorne knew better than to risk pissing him off by being even later.