Chapter 51
Zack tugged on Trevor’s shoelaces and laughed. “I can’t,” he sighed. “I’m not even all that drunk, really. I mean, really.” He gave Trevor an earnest look. “Really.”
“How are you going to get home?” Trevor wanted to know. He stooped down and felt around beneath the sofa until he located the sandals, then dropped them into Zack’s lap. There was still a faint stain of dampness across his crotch. Trevor checked to make sure that he didn’t have one, too. “You look like you wet yourself.”
“You got me wet,” Zack accused. Slipping on his sandals, he pulled himself up using Trevor for balance but halfway to his feet, he buried his face into Trevor’s pillowy crotch. “Take me home,” he murmured, his hot breath curling through Trevor’s pants to excite him again. “I can’t drive like this, can I? Take me home with you.”
With a laugh, Trevor lifted Zack up and held onto his arms to keep him from swooning. “You only had what, two beers?”
“I’m a light-weight,” Zack admitted solemnly. Hugging Trevor around the waist, he snuggled up against him and sighed. “I am not going to make it down all those flights of stairs.”
Trevor had suspected as much. Rescuing his blazer and tie off the floor, he wrapped an arm around Zack’s shoulders and led him from the office. The fact that Zack wouldn’t let him go was quite flattering—Nathan had always claimed Trevor was cold and distant after sex, but this…he could get used to this. Out in the lobby, he held Zack as they waited for the elevator. When the doors opened he hesitated, but Zack stepped inside the small lift and pulled Trevor in after him. “Kiss me,” he demanded. Trevor obeyed, pressing Zack against the mirrored wall as the doors shut behind him. He was only vaguely aware of Zack fumbling for the elevator buttons, then the bottom of his stomach dropped as the elevator ascended. “Oops,” Zack murmured against Trevor’s lips. “Wrong direction.”
“You just wanted to get me up again,” Trevor teased. He kissed Zack again, concentrating on the way their bodies responded to each other and trying desperately to ignore the whine of gears as the elevator continued to move.
Zack brushed a hand across the front of Trevor’s pants. “I think you’re already up…” he started as the elevator ground to a halt. As the doors opened, Zack’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh shit.”
From behind Trevor came a man’s harsh voice. “Zachary Taylor Jackson!” Trevor turned to find an imposing man in a three-piece suit blocking the doorway. Older than Trevor by a good twenty years, with a receding hairline and ruddy, apoplectic cheeks, the man swelled with indignation until he seemed to block out the rest of the world. “Just whatis the meaning of this?”
To Trevor, Zack muttered, “Don’t say a word.” Suddenly he didn’t seem quite so drunk. Taking a step forward, Zack started, “Dad, look—”
“How many timesdo I have to tell you?” Zack’s father shouted, cutting him off. “Notin the goddamn elevators!”
Dad.Trevor glanced at the floor indicator and almost groaned. Top level, eighth floor,…so Zack and Mike L. Jackson, CEO, wererelated. He should’ve known. “I’m dead.”
Over his shoulder, Zack assured him, “He doesn’t know who you are.”
“Who are you?” the CEO demanded of Trevor.
“Quiet,” Zack cautioned. He hit the lobby button as the elevator doors started to close, hurrying them along. By the time his father thought to stop them, the doors were already shut. “Shit,” Zack cursed. He banged a fist against the mirrored wall and turned away when Trevor looked at him. “Don’t worry,” he said, his earlier mood gone. His voice sounded dull, morose. “He doesn’t know you work here. He doesn’t even know who you are.”
“And who the hell are you?” Trevor wanted to know. It made sense—the casual clothing, the computer games, the lack of actual work in Zack’s office. He felt slightly used now, unclean, alone. “You do this often?” he asked, unable to keep the anger from his words. “How many times hashe told you not to fuck around with the hired help in the elevators?”
“You’re not—” Zack tried.
But Trevor didn’t want to hear it. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Zack whirled to face him, eyes livid with hurt and rage. “Why?” he asked. “You want to know why? I’ll tell you why. What would you have said if I came up to you outside and was like hey, I’m Zack, my dad owns the company? Or hey, come on up to my office, my dad signs your paychecks. Would you have bothered with me? Tell me the truth, Trevor. Would tonight even have happenedif you knew? No.”
He was right. Trevor frowned at the lit indicator above the door, watching it tick through the floors down to the lobby, and he knew Zack was right. If he had known Zack’s father was the CEO, their whole dynamic would have changed. He would have kept his distance, been polite of course, but deferential, aloof. He wouldn’t have dared come upstairs after work. He wouldn’t even look Zack in the eye if he could help it.