A few months earlier…
I leaned an elbow on the desk. The movement ruffled some pages, crinkling paper, and clacking together some plastic cases. I looked down at a CD labeled with a black marker. The lines were thin, neat, my own handwriting visible in the code that I’d designed. To an outsider, it would seem to be nothing more than innocuous business dealings. Not the science tools of a scientist; no ordinary person would comprehend the genetic terms. I’d been the only one to understand and decode the structure of Alien DNA within the Company. The patterns that analyzed maps of an alien body. The mechanics and schematics created for this particular product—a project that had unforeseen peculiarities. And given life to a foreign technology and had unearthed possibilities yet unforeseeable.
I lifted my elbow and reached for the desk drawer. As I pulled it out, it stuck. Frowning, I pulled harder. The wood squeaked but came free.
The drawer was a front. It could have belonged to anyone with its array of loose paperclips, a few ballpoint pens, and a pad of paper. People rarely looked beneath the surface. I counted on that. Even the Company was victim to this particular human failing, even when they thought they were the ones behind it. There was always someone else behind everything. I made certain of that. No one knew how deep the well went.
Except for, perhaps, me.
I unscrewed one of the ballpoint pens and tipped it into the small hole underneath the drawer. The false bottom came loose, revealing the few documents that no one else ever saw.
One of my devices skittered around the drawer, a robotic spider looking for all intents and purposes. I let it latch its legs onto my finger; it knew me and soon moved back to the dark corner of the drawer. It would be waiting, should anyone find the hidden compartment.
I pulled out the stack of papers and discs, flipping through them. These results were not what I wanted, not at all. I returned the papers and discs back inside the false bottom of the drawer.
I took my seat at the desk, with all my instruments. The lab assistants continued to work while I stepped away to handle the duties of a Director to a Venator. It was time to make a call.
Pulling up to my computer, I laid my hand upon the mouse, clicking through the various screens until I found the one I was looking for. Before I logged in, I included several files on the screen. When my image popped on the monitor, John would see the files on his end and a clear image of me in the center of his monitor.
The chat video came up; a young man with brown golden locks, and a boyish face with a chiseled jaw appeared. He was nothing what others would assume was a threat as he stared back at me from the computer screen.
The room he sat in was dimly lit, revealing enough to see a bedroom. It was the rental where agents retrieved their assignments and instructions. Today was the beginning of John’s assignment in a high school located in the state of Texas. The small metal insects we’d sent had revealed there was a potential ET product at this site. The indicators had stopped where they had felt surges of electrical currents that were outside the norm.
John was well built and strong, with broad shoulders. The genetic material used to create him was of a superior make. It didn’t surprise me why he was so strong and appeared far bigger than the average human. His eyes were far more alien, emerald-green, more intense than those of normal green eyes. He was a success, because no one suspected that he was a hybrid.
In fact, he was the first successful creation of his kind. Jack had been a failure not by his aptitudes but by his lack of obedience and ability to follow orders. He was rebellious in every sense of the word and a distraction to my obedient hybrid. If he weren’t such a rebellious boy, he would be the perfect combination of hunter and soldier. However, what he lacked in discipline, John made up for.
Dressed in a dark blue tracksuit, John looked alert and ready to engage in discussion with me.
“I see you have arrived well,” I said in greeting.
“Ready and alert, sir.” He smiled confidently. No doubt his handsome good looks gave him an advantage over his peers.
John was perfect in definition, both physically and mentally. He was a true chameleon in the world.
“I’m going to assume that Joseph has briefed you on the importance of this assignment?”
He gave me his undivided attention. John was well disciplined for a boy of 17, and one of my best recruits. He had been trained by drill sergeants, learning the craft at an early age, and knew his place.
“Yes, sir.” He placed his hands on the table, awaiting my next words like an obedient dog. However, when I said nothing, he continued, “Joseph has informed me of the possible discovery of an alien product.”
“Correct. We detected a sighting of the product escapee but are unable to confirm its exact whereabouts at the present time.” Confirmation of a surge had alerted our detectors. “It moves quickly. The devices confirmed its last sighting before they were no longer responsive. Which means, whatever or whomever destroyed the metal insect indicators, knew what they were. As you are aware, the devices can only be destroyed by alien interference. Its capability to reconstruct its body to its original form makes it an effective instrument.”
Another file appeared on the screen at his end. The file revealed the location the target was last spotted. It was a building with lovely Romanesque exterior architecture. John’s eyes sped-read the small bio of the building history and its present status.
“The only intel we’ve received is the sighting at this local high school,” I continued as he perused the file.
An image of a man in his sixties with white hair appeared on the screen. He was dressed in a suit and tie. It had been taken from his school profile. “This is the principal of Milton High, Dr. Neil Edwards.”
John examined the image closely. He had a way of taking in all the details of one’s face. It was a skill that had served me well, a skill that didn’t stop with just taking great care in observation. Yet, then again, the boy had a gift for picking up anything fairly quickly, whether it was a physical skill, learning a new language, or anything else I put in front of him. He never disappointed me. He absorbed everything. He adapted, a true alien anomaly.
“As of yesterday, he is deceased, victim of a heart attack according to the authorities. A man by the name Michael McClellan has been temporarily appointed by the School District as his substitute. They were good friends.”
More files appeared on his screen: one of Dr. Neil Edwards, and others on Michael McClellan, James Claypool, Richard Vasquez, Alice Wallace, and of the two security officers the school had to offer.
“This is the school staff. Study them. Learn everything about them,” I instructed.
John straightened and nodded. His eyes were glued to the screen. He would soak up every bit of information I offered.
“Yes, sir …”
So obedient.
“You will assume the identity of student name Christian Müller."
John furrowed his brow. Had he recognized the name of a once-promising cadet?
“Joseph will accompany you on this mission.”
The furrow turned into a look of annoyance, or perhaps disapproval. “Sir? Joseph? Does he have a role? I don’t necessarily need a guardian for a school walk-through.”
Disappointed by his quick response without the final details of the assignment, I refrained from answering too quickly out of anger. Not to mention he had the audacity to ask me anything …
“Joseph has a role. Not only as your guardian but as Dr. Neil Edwards’ official replacement. You will accompany him; he will presume the name of Dr. Joseph Müller. He is your uncle,” I explained patiently.
“Uncle?”
“This advantage will allow you access to office personnel as well as inner goings-on within the school environment. Joseph is your cover; the rest is up to you.”
Things now seemed far clearer to him. There were fleeting expressions in his eyes that he tried to hide: surprise and satisfaction. Ah, clever, those eyes said.
“All the documents that you will require are in the yellow envelope inside the desk’s top drawer.”
John opened the drawer and pulled out the envelope and examined the items: driver’s license, legal certificates, social identification cards, all the necessary documents to confirm who he was, if needed.
“Joseph has received the details of his assignment. I want you to accompany him when he introduces himself to the staff. Get a feel for the place and the school administrators. Make a good impression.”
The last part of my instructions seemed to confuse the young hunter. Which pushed me to ask the obvious question. “Is there a part of your assignment that confuses you, John?”
“Make a good impression on who, sir?”
I didn’t answer his question, merely smiled. Let him consider it for a moment.
“Remember the ET product is not so easily fooled. Be prepared for anything—”
“Detect, engage, retrieve, and most importantly, find the source,” he interrupted, speaking arrogantly in a single breath, reiterating previous instructions of past missions.
I continued to explain what was expected of him. “Set the markers. If the source is detected the devices will confirm its presence—”
“Yes, sir. I know the procedure and how the devices work,” John said haughtily. He acted like a bored teenage boy being lectured by his father.
The stern look I gave did nothing to discourage his position. Nonetheless, no one dared speak to me in that manner; however, I appreciated the boldness when one did. “Very good, then. Do you have any further questions in regard to your assignment?”
John looked ready to engage. The position had taken a different meaning for him. It was more adrenaline fueling, a real-time workout. “No, sir.”
“Good, then. Now, in the envelope you will also find your new housing location. I’ve secured a new rental for you and Joseph in the fashionable River Oaks area, close to the target destination. You’ll find the details inside.”
“Isn’t that a little too flashy, sir, for the salary of a mere principal?”
Nothing passed him. At least, he was thinking.
“Very good, John. But no, your uncle comes from a wealthy family. The details are all in the envelope, so memorize your family history. You know the procedures.”
“Of course, sir. Forgive me,” he answered. He examined the documents again.
John was always thorough. Following orders was all he had known since birth. He would go through every single detail, memorize important key elements regarding his family history, his name, every part of his profile. If asked any questions an hour after his assignment was given, he would have all the answers.
“Under the bed, you will also find a drawer with a few devices that may be useful in the retrieval of the alien product. Don’t hesitate to use them.”
Devices were important parts of the job.
“One last thing, John. In regards, to your previous question …”
John stared back at the screen, surprised I had returned to a question I had obviously deemed unworthy of an answer.
“It seems that the late Dr. Neil Edwards had one living relative. One that has just now come onto our radar …”
John shot a quizzical look.
“A granddaughter by the name of Claudia Belle. It might be of interest to get to know her. She might widen the social network from another angle. She might be your inside connection.” There had been no plans to include her; however, after some consideration, I concluded that she might offer John an overall advantage.
“Is it your wish for me to interact with her, sir?”
Smiling, I said, “Yes, interact, get to know her, she might offer some information. Waste no time if she offers none. This part of the assignment must be handled discreetly, and a detail not to be discussed with your guardian. He has his own orders.”
John nodded obediently.
“Report back to me once you and your guardian have settled into your roles. And, as always, you know the procedure: maintain radio silence until you’ve completed your mission.” Shutting down the video chat, I left off on that note, not giving my hunter a chance to say any more.
Clicking off the laptop, I closed it. The silence stirred thoughts in my mind; the mission and everything it entitled weighed heavily on me. This could be the closure of the project. Each mission had brought me closer and provided the potential of reaching that goal.
Nevertheless, there was also the possibility of my source being in the rural parts of Mexico where I had sent my second hunter, Jack.
The knock on the door shook me from my thoughts.
“Come in,” I called to the outsider.
Jonas appeared at the entrance and greeted me. The tall brawny African-American man was in his early thirties, dressed in a fitted black suit. Muscle was now visible on the formerly timid, thin young man, who had lost the love of his life when I had first met him. My eyes dropped to the watch screen.
“Ah, is it that time already?” Jonas, my loyal and devoted bodyguard, grinned and nodded. “Are you ready, sir? The conference will start soon. Shall we?”
Grabbing the watch next to the laptop, I rose and came around the desk. Jonas opened the door and we walked out. We stepped out of the building into the parking garage. A car was waiting for me.
Two other men were waiting. Being a high-level ranking member of The Company, I required an equally well-trained security team.
“Jonas, get rid of the extras. I don’t need the added attention from patrons.”
“As you wish, sir.” He opened the car door and I climbed in, and he closed the door behind me.
Jonas turned to the men standing at the front of the car. I didn’t hear what he said to them. I worked on The Company’s products; once I left the lab, I was Jonas’ responsibility and under his careful watch. He handled those details, and he handled them well.
The men did not argue as they left us. Jonas took the driver’s seat.
Moments later, we pulled into an empty space at the front of the convention center’s busy entrance, despite it being strictly marked for the valet. Almost immediately, the young valet walked up and tapped the window.
Jonas lowered it.
“Sir, this is valet parking only. You’re gonna have to move the vehicle.”
Jonas slipped him some money. “I’m sure you can make an exception for Dr. Nicholson. I won’t be long, twenty minutes tops.” He grinned and winked.
To think this man had once been a chaotic mess before he came to be in my care. No longer afraid of his own shadow, far from it.
The valet took the money as he glanced toward the back seat. “Yes, of course, n-not a p-problem,” he stuttered with a boyishly shy smile as he regarded me.
Jonas helped me from the vehicle and escorted me into the convention entrance. The center was filled with members of the medical community: scientists, doctors, medical professionals, anyone with a hand in pharmaceutical drugs. I was there as a face for The Company, but I wasn’t the only one. Crowds never fancied me, nor did conventions, though they recognized me for my accomplishments … at least the ones the public was aware of.
At the front of the center, I was greeted by a young blond hostess who already knew me by name. She gathered a few folders and the itinerary for the event and handed them to me. The place was crowded with colleagues, pristine members of the science community.
“Dr. Nicholson, your seat is this way, sir. Please, follow me.” She guided us through the mass of attendees and escorted me into the VIP section, where two other men were already seated.
These men were older than me. A prodigy in the medical and science world, most regarded me with curiosity, jealousy, even envy. These two avoided my eyes; I would expect nothing else from them the entire event.
“Would you like me to remain, sir?” Jonas asked as he sized up the men.
They wrinkled their noses at my man.
My eyes shot them an icy glance and they turned their noses in the other direction. “No need, my friend. I know how boring these social events can be and how they can drag on. Take the time for your own leisure.”
Jonas, usually not one to take time for himself, curved his lips into a smile, then nodded. Taking personal time was not something he was used to doing. “Call me when you’re ready to leave, sir.”
I couldn’t blame him wanting to be elsewhere. Who would want to be among these superficial, arrogant fools?
The meeting proceeded with speeches from various science divisions. They discussed breakthroughs and bragged about funding awards. Most of my research was top secret, all mixed in with The Company’s affairs.
Alfred Valentin, The Company’s CEO, appeared as a keynote speaker and asked for more donations and contributions.
“That’s why we need your funding. You can all make a difference.” What he meant was he needed money for funding his military projects and putting more people in power that had The Company’s best interest at heart. The pharmaceutical industry was a growing, thriving business. The Company had its hands buried deep in every aspect of drugs.
“Make a difference to whom?” I muttered from behind my water glass. I envied and despised him at the same time.
Medical conferences were my least favorite part of the job. They were events where colleagues were determined to get drunk, find sex, and then go back to their respective labs and hospitals … until they did it again in another four years.
After the speeches and lectures, we could mingle. I hated the superficiality of cocktail hour. Discussions and research seminars were not terrible on their own, just mundane and unnecessary. Cocktail hour, however, was hell. If I could get away with avoiding it, I would. Unfortunately, it was a necessity of seeking more influence—smiling, nodding, and pretending I gave a damn about what my colleagues were doing in urology or orthopedics.
There was a break between chats, and I turned back to the bar and ordered another whiskey on the rocks. If I would have to endure, I would have good liquor. Top shelf, I gestured to the bartender.
Some of the equipment I’d been presenting bumped the inside of my jacket. I might stick the next fool who thought I cared with a needle and, at least, get samples out of this whole mess.
Scanning the bar, I wondered who might prove an appropriate victim and caught sight of a young man with dark hair, golden skin. He was in his early twenties. His gaze dropped immediately to his drink. He’d been watching me.
I observed him, feeling the stir of attraction. That surprised me. However, I blamed it on the liquor. I wasn’t the sort to feel the quick rush of endorphins upon seeing an attractive individual.
Rising, I walked out of the gaggle of doctors and scientists to the restaurant side, a place I very much enjoyed, and took a seat at a small table near the back.
The waiter set bread, an oil dip, and goat cheese appetizer on the table for my enjoyment. I sampled it and took out my journal.
This was my favorite part of the evening: to sit in one place and watch patrons, to see them in their own world, going about their business, unaware of any chaos afoot in some underground facility.
My smile wouldn’t disclose hidden dangers that lurked outside other people’s realities; the things this mind could reveal would scare them. No, the outside world wasn’t ready for any of it. Aliens, space lifeforms that had come here years and years before, bringing with them technology far more advanced than ours, and some dangerous pathogens.
Some of the best minds had dissected them, attempting to explore their makeup but, instead, unleashed them onto unsuspecting masses. We had released so much filth and, yet, the world continued. We were advanced, but only a few knew this. I belonged to a different reality and a different world.
Enjoying the relaxed atmosphere, I drank, recalling strange, faded memories. The familiar taste of the wine reminded me of her … however, of him, far more. Married only to keep up the display, yet secretly I was always with him, not her. She came into my world just as he had been taken from me.
My wandering eyes invited glances, yet not one interested me. Did I seek to be alone this evening? Loneliness was a part of my existence. The occasional encounters at functions were anything but discreet.
Young and old.
Lifting a pen from my pocket, I began writing, then dropped it. The thought had abandoned me, and another had taken its place.
Concentrate. I had to work this evening. It was time to take on my newest role, the father of a teenage boy.
The waiter took away the empty appetizer tray. After a while, he returned and took my order. I ordered my entree and drank; the moment was perfect. It wasn’t often I spent time just enjoying the peaceful tranquility surrounding me.
The waiter returned and set a glass of Chardonnay in front of me. It was a less expensive bottle of my least favorite wine. Questioningly, I stared at him.
“From the gentleman at the bar.”
I glanced over. An older, not overly attractive man gazed at me, lifting a glass. Beauty wasn’t as important as intelligence, but he seemed to lack both. He was dressed in a pricy, bold, navy-blue suit with a bright ruby-red tie and pink silk shirt. He reeked of the busy beaches and social bars of Miami, Florida. The obvious tell of too much sun left his face over-tanned with deep-seated wrinkles. I’d never been much for blondes. He seemed to come from money, which didn’t bother me; however, it made him appear arrogant with a lack of empathy.
“Take it back.” I returned to my work.
Nodding, the waiter picked up the glass and left. From across the room, the suitor looked disappointed, yet not discouraged. Ah, he was a man that thought he was entitled to everything and anyone. Ignoring his wondering gaze, I continued with my notes: the DNA of Hunter John Slater when combined with a powerful alien element, has the potential to create a greater, far more superior being.
A thought half-filled my head, and my brow creased as I stopped to consider what I had written. I continued: to achieve progress, one must add a suitable element, not just any will do—again, I stopped. There were too many distractions.
John needed a suitable mate, someone with the same make to create the perfect combination. Not just any partner would do.
Jonas entered and took a seat on the opposite chair. I hadn’t called him, but it was no secret what the itinerary was. One to leave these events early, he was keen to my needs without any summons.
“Are you planning on leaving, sir?” he asked.
I was about to reply when the tousle-haired young man stepped through the doorway, catching my gaze.
“I was, but not just yet. Tell them to send a bottle of cabernet to the table. Two glasses.”
Jonas looked behind him at the young man and raised an eyebrow. Like the good employee he was, he simply asked, “Something the matter, sir?”
Smirking, I said, “No. Quite the opposite, actually.”
“Do we know him?” He rose and stood aside, pulling out a chair.
“Not yet.”
With that, he left.
I lifted my hand and flicked my fingers towards the young man. Come here.
He did.
“Sir, I—”
“You can call me Bryce,” I said, cutting him off.
He blushed.
That odd stirring of interest swirled in my chest. It had been a while since I’d found any quarry attractive enough. “What is your name?”
“Aaron—”
I held up a hand before he could offer his last name. “Let’s stay on a first-name basis tonight. Please sit.”
He took a seat close and his blush deepened. How hot could his skin grow under my hands? The urge surprised me. I shifted in my seat.
“That’s what they said during the damn welcome talk, anyway,” I smiled.
Aaron laughed. “I take it you don’t like these sorts of things?”
“Not at all.” The wine arrived and I poured two glasses. “I was planning on leaving.”
“With two whiskeys and a bottle of wine. I hope you weren’t planning on driving?”
Suspicion replaced arousal as I stared at him. “You’ve been watching me.”
“It’s hard not to. I’ve read about your research.” Aaron took a sip of the wine and a drop slid from the corner of his mouth.
I reached over to brush it away without thinking, watching color slide across his skin again. He was as fascinating as any specimen in a lab at that moment.
Aaron cleared his throat. “I always imagined you were some white-haired old man.”
“What do you think of the reality?”
He appeared to develop confidence as he finished the rest of the glass in one gulp. He smiled slyly. “The reality is far more intriguing. I would love to pick your brain.”
The way the word “pick” rolled off his tongue, I thought of a lot more things he could “pick” at. It was my turn to clear my throat. It had been a long time since I’d done this with a man or woman. I could find desire for both. Humans were such intriguing specimens. It was fascinating to watch the rise and fall of their bodies, feel the twitches and releases of hormones beneath my hands, taste them; no two tasted alike.
I examined Aaron more closely. “I have quite a few examples back at my home.”
“Oh, you live in town?”
“Yes.”
“I suppose that’s one way your employer can get you to go to places you don’t want to be.”
“Exactly.”
As I finished my wine, we watched each other over the rim of our glasses. Aaron was giving me a calculating look. I recognized the intelligence behind his clear eyes and knew that I had found a clever mind. That was as attractive as the way his hair fell against his forehead and his long feathery eyelashes.
“Would you be interested in accompanying me?”
“Yes,” Aaron replied without hesitation.
Let the experiments begin, I thought.
The waiter returned and I signed the check before he left. Wiping my lips, I rose as Jonas returned.
We walked out of the restaurant. The vehicle was brought around and Aaron came from behind me as Jonas opened the car door. I slipped inside the back seat and the young man joined me. Jonas closed the door and I leaned over catching Aaron off guard.
Aaron looked rather intoxicated and quite thrilled. He seemed surprised to find me much closer, but not in a bad way. I stroked his cheek and kissed his lips softly. It was a pleasure I’d denied myself for far too long … and it was quite the reward.
I leaned back. Jonas gazed at me from the rearview mirror. I would not deny myself what I wanted any longer. Reaching over, I put a hand on Aaron’s leg, sliding it up his thigh and eyeing at him as I did. His dreamy golden-brown eyes greeted mine. Passion and desire oozed from the warmth of his body.
Removing my hand from his thigh, I reached over to touch his cheek. Aaron slid close and kissed me passionately. It was far more than I anticipated and an overwhelming sensation of desire exploded in me, one I had denied repeatedly. It was a weakness I didn’t want to display before the world, especially those who knew me. I had to be in control … always.
Pulling back, I looked at his beautiful face. He looked lost and absorbed by caresses.
“Do you like my touch?”
Aaron nodded as a ragged breath escaped his gaping mouth.
I stroked the locks of his dark hair.
His brown eyes were rich with a bright spiral in the center. He had beautiful puffy, pouty lips and golden-brown skin that enticed me to kiss his neck and cheek. He tasted sweet. I wanted more.
“Yes,” he breathed in reply to my unasked question.
I exhaled slowly, with a smile. “You’re so lovely,” I whispered in his ear.
Aaron wanted to kiss me again. I wanted it too, but if I allowed such pleasure too quickly. I wouldn’t be able to control myself. I stroked a finger across his cheek. He kissed my hand. He would do for the evening.
“You have such pretty eyes,” he whispered. His voice had gained a husky quality that spoke volumes about what he was feeling.
“Don’t talk. Don’t ruin this with words,” I declared.
Aaron nodded. He was fascinated with my display of authority; most were frightened by my need of dominance.
My voice softened once more. “What do you desire, Aaron?”
He took a deep breath as I continued stroking his face and playing with the strands of dark hair.
“More than anything?” I whispered, urging him to answer honestly.
“Your affection. To be with you.”
I grinned. That was the right answer. “Then, I will give it to you, darling. Drive, Jonas …”
“Yes, sir.”
Aaron’s lips pressed hard against mine once more; it sent chills up my spine. He pushed back the fabric of my suit, undoing the tie.
I stopped him, shaking a finger over at him. “Not here …”
He settled back on the seat, fingering his dark hair, obvious desire displayed on his face, the strain of his pants, raising the fabric.
I caught Jonas’ stare in the mirror and took Aaron’s hand.
He squeezed back, placing it on his lap, his passion pushing against my palm.
We arrived.
Jonas allowed Aaron out first when he stepped away. Adjusting the tie Aaron had so hastily attempted to remove, I followed.
Jonas was quiet when he closed the vehicle door and as I adjusted the suit, he avoided my look.
We entered my residence. Immediately, Aaron stopped to admire the expensive paintings and furniture.
Ahead, Jonas opened the large white doors to allow us a sweeping view of the city. The terrace was vast. A single table for two was set up. Flowers had been arranged on a table lined with many delicious finger desserts and flavored coffee. Most events, but not all, ended with a guest at my residence and Jonas knew to be prepared. He had arranged everything this evening. I took great pleasure in his eye for detail.
Jonas came to my side as the young man was distracted by the beauty of my residence. He held out two glasses of wine as he asked, “Will there be anything else, sir?” He glanced at the young suitor with envy and jealousy. Reminding me of his overprotective nature.
“No.” I took a glass. “I believe I have everything I shall need for the evening.”
“Very good.” He moved away, closing the door to another section of the residence, leaving us alone.
“You have such a beautiful home,” Aaron said, gazing around appreciatively.
I moved away from him, onto the terrace, hoping he would follow.
He did. As he approached, I came from behind and brushed up against him. He exhaled, unable to move as I pressed close against his body. A waist-level rail fence in front of him kept him from moving forward while my body trapped him from behind.
Pushing the hair from his shoulder, I placed a wet kiss upon his neck. He smelled of fresh citrus, wild peppermint, and lavender.
“Come,” I whispered, “join me for a little dessert.” It sounded seductive, giving Aaron the wrong idea until he caught sight of the table when he turned. I pulled out a chair for him.
Aaron looked confused as I motioned him to take the seat. It was such a lovely night, why waste it?
“We have all night together; please, sit.”
Aaron came over shyly and did as requested. I leaned over and kissed the side of his cheek; it made the waiting more pleasurable to have him close and resist the desire to force him on my bed and have my way with him.
I placed the napkin by his side.
Aaron glanced up with a timid smile. The wait was making him want me even more. He took my hand and kissed it.
Taking my seat on the other side of the table, I found his gaze completely absorbed as he looked at the desserts in front of him. Taking a silver fork, he cut through a slice of rich chocolate cake and took a mouth full, as I watched closely.
“This is delicious,” Aaron said, glancing over and finding my eyes scrutinizing him. Timidly, he lowered his gaze.
It made me want him more. He looked handsome with that shade of red upon his cheeks. The blush deepened when he realized I had been admiring him.
“You have a beautiful accent,” he complimented me softly.
Now, it was my turn to blush. It always surprised me when someone brought it up.
“German?” he asked conversationally, but the huskiness of desire hadn’t completely left his tone.
“Yes.”
Aaron seemed to want to ask more about my background, but refrained. “May I ask a question?” He took a sip of wine as he awaited my answer.
Smiling, I said, “You may.”
“What do you do for a living? Um … I mean, what is your role in …” He was curious and seemed unsure of how to ask what parts or aspects of the company I was involved in. There was no doubt, however, that he knew where or whom I worked for, having been interested in my work.
Taking a sip, I smirked. “I’m a bio-chemist on some days and a surgeon on others.”
A glimmer of wonder and curiosity danced in his beautiful eyes. He wanted me to elaborate further. “What sort of role do you have? What does your company do exactly?”
I would have thought he would already know of The Company’s many exploits. They were, after all, involved in a number of projects.
“I’m in the science division. We specialize in highly advanced reconstruction of artificial limbs. Reconstructing body functions for army veterans and anyone who’s ever lost a limb. It’s one of the many aspects of the job.” I was being honest, which surprised me. Sure, I left out a lot, but I wanted to be truthful with this man.
Still, I was a bit surprised he wanted to partake in small talk. I would have thought, reading up on my research, he might have knowledge of my work, even though some facts were not public.
“Is that why you were at the convention?”
“Ah, yes. I’m one of the top scientists in the corporation, a great value to my employer. It’s a requirement to be at functions like this one.”
Aaron smirked. I thought his reaction was odd. Perhaps he thought me quite arrogant by the answer I’d given.
“You know what?” he asked.
My eyes took in everything about his lovely features, every single line and movement. His dark smooth skin was my weakness. His brown eyes gaze dreamily over at me. I was falling hard for him. And it was a troublesome realization, to discover I had a weakness.
“I think you’re just trying to impress me,” he stated instead of waiting for my response.
“Have I succeeded?” I replied casually.
Aaron smiled, surprised. “Yes.”
It was my turn to interrogate my lovely date for the night. “And may I ask what you do, Aaron?”
He blushed again when I gazed back, curious.
“I was attending the conference as a requirement and training for my residency … actually, out celebrating with my friends, before coming to the convention.”
I can’t say I remembered those days when I had been a resident.
“Ah.” I placed the glass on the table and ran a finger along the rim
“Did you know that?” he asked, a sparkle in his eyes as he smiled. Aaron was a delightful wonder.
“No,” I replied. It looked like he didn’t believe me. “I hope I wasn’t too bold but came off discreet in my approach to lure you away from friends or colleagues.”
“No, not too bold at all. This is actually proving to be the best part of my evening. Besides, all my friends and colleagues know I’m gay. Parents may not, but I guess it doesn’t matter,” Aaron whispered.
Not what I meant, but he was being honest, which was acceptable.
“It doesn’t,” I responded. “I like you, and you like me. Correct?”
Aaron smiled, blushing once more. “Yes, exactly. Although, I was shocked you gave me the time of day.”
Surprised by his response, I hid the unwelcome feeling by taking a sip. “Why is that, Aaron? Do you think very little of yourself?”
“It’s not that. You’re very handsome for one thing, and well, don’t take this the wrong way …”
“I won’t,” I promised.
Aaron hesitated. “I never suspected you would be … well, you know … interested in other men.”
“Ah. I’m interested in all beauty, Aaron, including other men, as you say.”
Aaron smiled and was speechless.
“How do I fare now, with your idea of a man who lacks the appearance of a man who favors men? Do I fare well?”
Aaron’s face changed a lovely shade of red once more. “Was that other man at the restaurant … um someone you’re seeing? Is Jonas your—"
“My friend,” I cut him off.
“Oh, I didn’t mean any offense.”
“I know. None taken, Aaron.” My lips curved upward. My intense staring was obviously making him uneasy.
Aaron stirred in his seat and quickly corrected himself. “I’m sorry. I know it’s none of my business.”
I laughed. He was surprised by my amusement. “If he was my boyfriend, or someone I was seeing, do you think I would be here with you?” I grinned. “He’s my associate. He handles all my affairs.”
His curiosity had made him ask stupid questions and he realized that. Still, he was a handsome one.
“I guess that makes sense. Sorry. Where is he this evening?”
“He’s taking care of a matter for me with my son.”
I was curious to see what questions would arise at the mention, to give me the opportunity to test the role I would most likely have to take in John’s life. Then again, wasn’t I his father in more ways than just cover?
“You have a son?” Aaron sounded shocked.
“Yes. Does that surprise you?”
“A little. You were married?” His voice sounded shaky.
“Yes,” I smiled. “For a brief period. It was a long time ago.”
Aaron looked attentive. “Did she know?”
“Know?” I repeated, glancing over, not pleased by the short response.
He seemed to notice my expression, unaware as to why I’d reacted the way I had.
“That you were … you know?” He seemed uncomfortable reintroducing the topic.
I grinned and exhaled slowly. “You have so many questions … but, yes, she did know.”
Aaron looked embarrassed, yet obviously needed an explanation. I wasn’t sure why I thought I owed him one, but it was nice talking to someone about it. Talking to someone outside of The Company.
“We had an understanding, she and I. She knew I enjoyed the company of other men, but I loved her as well.”
Aaron nodded in understanding.
Having wine by the terrace in the early night air, a dessert before the main course, made the pleasure far more rewarding. Perhaps, I was a romantic …
After dessert, I rose and loomed over the side of the rail to look at the full moon; Aaron approached slowly. Desire and eagerness grew in me as I awaited him. He drew alongside, looking at the same view.
“I’m glad you joined me this evening, Aaron. I’ve almost forgotten how lovely it is to have another’s company. I’ve been alone for far too long.” I turned to admire his youthful face.
He looked surprised by my words. “I don’t believe someone as beautiful and as kind as you could be so lonely.”
With a smile, I moved beside the railing as he slipped close.
“I assure you, Aaron, some would disagree … that is, of the kindness you seem to think I possess. I’ll admit, I’m partially to blame. I’m rather hard to get along with, or so I’ve been informed.” I chuckled; it was strange hearing my own laughter.
Aaron laughed with me. “Maybe you’re just not appreciated by the right people.”
I glanced at him. Aaron was smiling. He was doing something to me. Emotionally, he had no effect, but his kind words were a reward of something I secretly longed for and appreciated. My desire for him grew.
I stopped with the intention of kissing him; he put his hand on my cheek. My hand grabbed his and held it to my face. The warmth and feel of another’s affection could tame the monster I knew I had become.
Aaron came close, showing me fondness I’d very much been lacking all my life. Passionate kissing ensued … until I led him down the corridor, hand in hand. Like a curious lover, he followed, glancing about the beautiful art and expensive rugs. It was all included in the rental. None of it was mine. In truth, I owned little.
The long hallways were dim and dark; the only light came from windows that weren’t covered by curtains. The clacking of our steps against the dark hardwood floor echoed in the quiet space. Heavy breathing emanated from both of us, adding to passionate intoxication.
We stopped outside the large doorway of the bedroom I had taken. His body fell against mine, the strain of his arousal pushing against my waist. I forced open the door in haste and pulled him with me.
Immediately, he moved into the bedroom and gazed in awe at the furnishings. The bed was wide with a large mahogany frame and huge bed posts in each corner. The wood was skillfully carved with a leaf pattern, elegant but masculine. There were two expensive Safavieh Vintage Persian saffron rugs on each side of the bed. It was a sight worthy of his awe, but the only thing of interest to me was standing in my bedroom: tall, dark, and handsome.
Aaron removed his shirt. He tossed it onto the bed and turned back toward me. The golden-brown tone of his smooth skin outlined the firm shape of his features, darkening his well-built frame.
Removing the suit jacket, I pushed closed the door, pulling off the tie and setting both on a sofa near the doorway. Closing the distance that separated us, I pulled him into a kiss and lost myself in the feel of his precious lips.
He unbuttoned my silk shirt as our breathing became heavier and more connected with our bodies. He ripped the shirt from my body. Without warning, he tossed me onto the bed, launching himself on top of me. For a young man, he was strong and fearless.
His bold movements excited me as I watched him hovering over me, taking control. He could see the anticipation and desire in my eyes. I allowed him this because I hadn’t realized how much it thrilled me to be dominated by another. Had I secretly longed for it? Yes!
“Tonight, it’s just us,” Aaron whispered.
He unbuttoned my pants. I dropped back my head, gasping at the long-awaited moment I had been dreaming of. His firm hand pressed my hardness as he dealt with my zipper and sent sensations throughout my body.
His lips were pressed to the side of my face when he whispered, “What do you desire most, Dr. Nicholson?”
No one had ever asked me that.
Aaron gazed into my eyes, a tiny grin pulling at those puffy lips. I stared blankly up at him, unable to speak. I was numb, overwhelmed by my own desire and his passionate, tender hands. I felt him take a full grip of me.
Exhaling deeply, my eyes rolled back … the pleasure radiating from every inch of my body, my skin tingling. “Take me! Take me!” I cried.
Our bodies came together, moving upon one another, our lips touched and we kissed deeply. I was on fire as Aaron held me to him and I felt more than his hands upon my skin. His touched sent chills of desire throughout my soul, making me moan deeply in ecstasy, until we lay still, our heavy breathing finally released.
With his head on my chest, his fingertips stroked my skin. My hand found the locks of his hair and playfully caressed it.
“I think I love you,” he admitted, in a passionate haze.
I kissed his head. “You’re delirious, Aaron.”
He laughed lightly. “Perhaps. Can I see you again?”
Amused by the question, I replied, “I haven’t decided, yet.”
My answer didn’t surprise him. “So, you have considered it?” he asked, delighted. Was he figuring me out, dissecting me?
“Possibly,” I answered.
“That’s good enough for me.”
A slight smile played upon my lips as I pressed him close. Aaron reached up and kissed me fervently; once more, our bodies lay skin against skin.
After we settled in for the night together, our one night of passion felt shortened by the realities of life. In the morning, I rose and sat upon the edge of the bed where he still lay beside me, nude. My heart lit up when I glanced over and regarded his beautiful body. Desire and pleasure filled me with guilt.
Ravishing golden-brown skin welcomed the tips of my fingers as I stroked him tenderly. He was too gorgeous for me; I was wicked inside, a rotten mess of a man. I couldn’t take him with me into the confusion I called a life. He had his whole career ahead of him while I had only bitter memories and a void in my soul filled with thoughts of vengeance.
Grabbing the robe by the bed, I walked to the study.
Jonas joined me moments later. “Will you be having breakfast with your companion on the terrace, sir?”
“No.”
He disapproved, of course; I had no doubt. It was obvious when he didn’t move to leave right away.
Wordless for a moment, I couldn’t look at him. Finally, I managed to say, “Deliver his breakfast. And escort him out. Take him anywhere he wants to go.”
Jonas waited.
I turned.
He wanted to say something, I could see it upon his face, but he refrained from asking that “something”. “Is that all, sir?”
“Yes.”
Jonas nodded and left.