Pride (Living In Sin #1)

Chapter 4

Alec

I shouldn't have been surprised at the greeting I’d get when calling a kink club. Even in the middle of the day, it'd be embarrassing and out of the norm. I didn't think I was a prude, but it had also been a long time since I'd had any sexy time, and the inviting grumble on the other end of the phone was doing naughty things to my pants. I spared my stirring cock the barest of glances, willing it to behave before attempting to sell myself to a voice that was going to cause me problems.

"Good Morning." Thankfully a customer service voice was easy enough to bring out of my repertoire. Some habits never truly went away. "I am calling about the live-in administrative position?"

The idea of a live-in administrative position was still mind-boggling to me, but I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. The man on the other end chuckled, and the noise went directly to my traitorous cock. I glared at my lap even harder.

"I assumed you would be. When will you be coming in for an interview?"

To say I was surprised was an understatement. They didn't even know my name, let alone any credentials. But I refused to let that stop me. Not only was this job coming with a place to stay, but it appeared to have a low hiring bar.

That said, they'd probably had trouble finding someone to fill the position. I couldn't even imagine what sort of people might apply at a kink club. Especially for a ‘live-in’ position. Maybe just hearing someone sound vaguely professional on the other end of the phone might be a first so far. Thankfully, I was quick enough to move on my feet.

"I should be able to come in this afternoon. Will that work for you, Mr...?" I scowled at my pants for distracting me from introducing myself. I really needed to stop thinking with Little Alec; he was going to get me fired before I even started. "I'm Alec Bane."

"You can call me Pry, Mr Bane. I am the owner of Club Midnight."

Now I glared even harder at Little Alec. If I was talking to the owner, I needed to be beyond polite. A poor impression would mean no job and no new home. Even if he sounded like sex on legs, I was going to be a good boy. And I would not think about how good I’d like to be for him.

"Well, thank you for this opportunity, Pry. I look forward to meeting you."

I could only describe the chuckle as 'dirty'. "We look forward to seeing you, too. I'm sure you'll be a great addition to the family."

After ensuring I had the correct address, I had to hang up the phone on a sigh. The appointment would not be for a few hours and I'd even be gone long before Matt came home. Without a second thought, I was unbuttoning my jeans, my hand closing on my erection before I even realised. I couldn't remember the last time I'd even felt like holding my dick, let alone jerking into my pants.

It didn't stop me in any way; I was already panting. Little Alec didn't have any trouble with any of this. The traitor was just happy to have a hand around it. Getting off did not take long, and I came with a loud groan, filling my boxers with a sticky, satisfying mess. Twitching on the couch, I fell back into it, trying to catch the breath I'd lost. If I smoked, I would have needed a cigarette. Instead, I was going to have to settle for a shower before getting an Uber with the last of my cash.

If Pry was even half as sexy as his voice implied, I hoped I could make it through the interview without jumping him.