Chapter 2: Chapter 2
According to the dirt I had dredged up on him, the “best friend” and move to Hawaii entailed a boyfriend named Flynn Marsden, Zeb’s passion for writing, and a horrible breakup. Long story short, Zeb liked men instead of women, and he enjoyed Hawaii. He and his boyfriend, Flynn, moved there from Pittsburgh. Unfortunately, after three years, the relationship with Flynn died, and Zeb moved back to Pittsburgh, under his father’s care again.
Copper loved his son, felt bad for him, and put him in charge of the accounts payable at EyeZeal. At thirty-five, Zeb spent his days at my side, close by, paying bills, being a phone monkey, and an office whore, which painted a boring life, similar to mine while designing glasses.
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Twenty minutes after Lizard bothered me, Zeb Carlow made his way inside my cube, up to my desk, and asked, “Charlie, can I speak to you in private for a moment?”
Frankly, he could have done anything he wanted to with me. Some guys were cute. Others were handsome. Zeb just happened to be hot, someone I wanted to touch, kiss, and…
I agreed, following him into the conference room, which sat perpendicular to my small cube. Once inside the room, he closed the door behind us. He sat on one side of the oblong table, and I sat on the other side.
He stared at me with his beautiful blue eyes, grinned from ear to ear, and said, “We have a little problem.”
I briefly looked away and at the murky Ohio River, then to the man of my dreams, and asked, “What kind of problem?”
He knew about my ogling and obsession with him. I was pretty sure that just happened to be the nature of him wanting to meet with me, in private. Zeb had planned on ripping into me about crossing a line between coworkers, desiring his bottom like a porn star, and how it came across as inappropriate of me to want my body to mesh with his in the most undignified and sinful actions. He probably had every intention of telling me that my career at EyeZeal was beginning its end, and that he thought it only reasonable to turn me into human resources for sexual harassment.
“Come over here to my side of the desk.”
I cozied up to him, standing with my crotch next to his face. “What’s up, Zeb?”
If he had wanted to give me a springtime blowjob right there and then, I would have been up to the challenge. God knew I wanted to shove my dick inside his body and get off. How easy it was for him to simply unzip my khakis, find out that I wasn’t wearing any underwear, pull out my semi-erect dick, and have his way with me. Of course, I wouldn’t have objected. I couldn’t stop thinking about him on and off the clock, wanting to collide his muscled superhero body to mine.
Too bad for me, a blowjob in the conference room didn’t transpire. Instead, he pulled out his cellphone, pressed a few buttons, and showed me the screen.
The Fairendale account appeared on the cellphone’s screen, and the account flashed in the red. The detailed numbers and information told me that their account was past due by ninety days. They owed EyeZeal over twelve thousand dollars.
“Jesus,” I told Zeb, looking at his phone. “They owe your dad’s company some cash.”
He looked up and along my chest, into my eyes, and said, “As you already know, the Fairendales usually purchase six graphics from us a month. We’ve stopped supplying them with graphics for a week now. Copper wants the bill paid in full, or at least half of the owed amount, before we continue doing business with them. You know how he hates outstanding bills.”
I knew too much about Copper Carlow: frugal, smart, and not a charity case, working hard for everything he had. Plus, he had been a good father to Zeb, respecting his son’s differences and failed writing career.
“What’s this have to do with me, Zeb?” I asked; a small reminder to him that I designed glasses and wasn’t a bill collector.
“I was thinking you could go on a road trip with me.”
“To Aaron Fairendale’s Eye Boutique to collect some funds?”
“Exactly, Charlie. Your smile and charm can get me far. Frank Fairendale, Aaron’s younger brother, will fall in love with your Superman looks. He’ll get Aaron to write us out a check on the spot once he falls into your blue-blue eyes.”
“Don’t cut yourself short, Zeb. You’re a good-looking guy.”
“Thor looks ridiculous with his hammer.”
“Correction. Thor is a beautiful man, and never disrespect him like that again.” I still stood beside Zeb in hopes of a blowjob. Everyone had to dream, right?
Zeb licked his lips, stood, and faced me. “You’re a nice guy, Charlie. Thanks for the compliment.”
I wanted to tell him that he was fuckable, and thanks for the many wet daydreams he had supplied me with at the office. Unfortunately, office talk wasn’t that casual.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone