Chapter 2

Thomas’s gaze went from the snoring Clark Sterling to the two men getting it on. He couldn’t believe someone could fall asleep watching two gorgeous hunks. Thomas watched the men for a few more seconds before blinking rapidly to tear his focus away. He’d been sent in to get Mr. Sterling for the meeting.

He quickly noted that while sleeping, Clark Sterling looked as innocent as an angel. A lock of his golden hair lay on his forehead. Thomas had an insane urge to reach out and curl it around his finger. His high cheekbones were just a little pink at the moment. And other than the disgusting bit of drool in the corner, Mr. Sterling had amazing, full, sensual lips Thomas thought looked insanely kissable.

All right, so maybe he had something of a crush on his boss. It was pretty natural, Thomas supposed. He knew the man was gay, and Thomas was gay. Thomas had also always had a thing for older guys. Okay, Mr. Sterling wasn’t thatold. Thomas was twenty-five, and Denise had mentioned the boss was in his early thirties.

“Ahh!” the guy on the computer yelled, startling Thomas out of his fixation on the boss. The guy had peeled off his condom and was spurting all over the stomach of the other guy.

So what did the other guy have in his hand? Thomas wrinkled his nose and leaned in closer to the screen. A hand suddenly grabbed Thomas’s wrist.

“What the fuck!” Thomas cried out. He jerked back in shock and lost his footing, teetering toward the lap of a now very awake Clark Sterling.

The man’s arms closed around him as he landed across his boss’s chair. Thomas stared into charcoal-gray eyes framed by long, curly golden lashes.

“I-I-UM, S-SORRY, sir,” the young law clerk sputtered, desperately trying to scramble out of Clark’s lap.

Clark knew why, too. The man had an obvious erection. Clark smiled. “Easy, Harrigan. You’re going to injure us both. Calm down.” He loosened his grip on the man. “There you go.”

Thomas Harrigan jumped up as though Clark had been on fire. Clark straightened in his chair and gazed appreciatively at Harrigan’s package. He scrubbed his hand over his face to disperse the sleepy feeling. Lord, he needed to get a decent night’s sleep.

“What’s up? Why are you here in my office? Where’s Agnes?” Clark fired off rapidly.

Thomas, his cheeks a really dark shade of red, grabbed a file off Clark’s desk and held it in front of his erection.

“A-Agnes wasn’t at her desk,” Thomas said. His pretty green eyes widened as he turned his attention once more to the porn on Clark’s computer. “Hey, how come you get to watch that?”

Clark didn’t answer just yet. He decided to spend a moment studying his new law clerk. Once the bar results were in, as long as everything else was in order with his performance, Clark intended to hire Thomas as a lawyer at the firm. If he passes.With the California bar exam that was not a given.

It was beyond inappropriate for him to be checking out Thomas. He was an employee, for God’s sake. But Thomas was a damn fine-looking guy. Pretty short for a man, maybe five-seven or-eight, but the muscles rippling under Thomas’s coat more than made up for lack of height. Dark, wavy hair, those startling eyes, creamy fair skin. And, as Clark knew, gay. Far too tempting, really. Who the hell had hired this guy?

Oh, yeah, he had.

Remembering Thomas’s question, Clark’s gaze went to the two kissing studs on his computer. His lips curved upward. “I’m the boss.”

“That hardly seems fair.”

Clark shrugged. “Maybe not. But since I own the firm, I get to do whatever I want. If you ever own your own firm, you can make the decisions. Now, what the hell are you doing in my office, Harrigan?”

“The meeting, sir.”

Clark gritted his teeth. He hated those damn things. He should probably just cancel them, but how else could he keep the lazy lawyers at his firm on their toes? Trouble was, today he just didn’t have it in him. Last night’s incident had kept him up far too long. “It’s canceled.”

“Mr. Sterling?” Thomas asked, still staring in rapt attention at the porn.

Annoyed, Clark leaned forward and clicked out of the site. “What the hell is the matter with you, Harrigan? Haven’t you ever seen two guys fucking before?”

“I—well, yeah, but, not at work.” Thomas backed up a step, right into the desk. He grimaced and stepped around it. “Anyway, the meeting?”

“I told you, I canceled it. Sent everyone an e-mail about it.”

“What? I didn’t get an e-mail.”

Clark shrugged. “Maybe I left you off the distribution list.”

“But they made me come in to remind you,” Thomas protested.