With his attention fixed on me, I suddenly understood why he had so many male admirers. There was no denying how sexy the man was. Though he was clean shaven, by this time of day he was sporting a bit of a five-o’-clock shadow. I studied his hands, his long fingers. He wore an expensive watch, and the sight of it reminded me of a porn film I’d recently seen which featured an older man dressed in a suit, with a nice watch on his wrist. That watch was clearly visible as he placed his hand on the head of a younger man kneeling before him, sucking him off…
I felt my cock stir, and I forced myself to quickly think of something else, anything else. While taking another swig of beer, I noticed Oliver studying me with the faintest trace of a smile on his lips.
“I might be able to help you, Caleb,” he said in a low voice.
I raised my eyebrows, trying to contain my eagerness to learn just how he could do that. “Really? Do you know of a job I’d be good for?” I couldn’t imagine how he would; I felt like I’d been searching for work forever, and I definitely wasn’t qualified for anything in Oliver’s field.
“I think I do.” His smile widened as he slowly climbed to his feet and approached me. When he sat down next to me on the couch, I tried to hide my confusion. “How are you with housework?” he asked.
Now I was blatantly clueless. “With housework? Uh, okay, I guess. I mean, I’m no slob; I keep my place clean…”
“Perfect,” Oliver said. He took my empty bottle and placed it on the floor along with his own. Then he turned to face me. “I’ll pay you to do housework for me tomorrow.”
I furrowed my brow. “But your house is spotless,” I said. “I see the cleaning service come out here every week.” I had a vaguely nauseating feeling that Oliver was taking pity on me by offering me money to do household chores for him. The thought of that made my face burn with shame.
“There’s always more to do,” he said, then leaned even closer to me. My stare settled on his mouth, and I watched his tongue glide across his lower lip. “But while you’re doing housework for me, I’ll require something else from you.”
Why was my pulse now racing? I wondered. What was it about this man that made me so flustered? “What’s that?” I finally managed to ask.
“I want you completely naked,” he replied.
At first I thought he was joking, and I let out a nervous laugh. But his stare held mine, and I saw a look of utter determination in his eyes. “Wait, you’re shitting me, right?”
“Not in the least.” Oliver’s voice was firm, leaving no room for argument or protest.
My mouth dropped open in bewilderment. “But why?”
His gaze swept up and down my body before lingering on my crotch. “For purely lecherous reasons, of course.” The grin he now wore was downright devious.
Of course my first impulse was to tell him no. Sure, the guy was sexy as fuck, but I didn’t think I could parade around his house naked while he watched me. Plus, I wasn’t crazy about the power play going on here. It was clear Oliver was used to getting what he wanted, but I didn’t want to roll over so easily.
But instead of telling him no, the first words out of my mouth were, “How much are you willing to pay for my services?”
Oliver cocked an eyebrow, yet he appeared pleased with my response. Then he threw out a number that almost made me gasp. It was enough to cover three of my mortgage payments, with a little left over. “For one day’s work,” he reminded me. “It’ll be the easiest money you’ll ever make, Caleb.”
I swallowed hard, and I figured Oliver heard it in the quiet of the room. “And it will be just you and me here?” I asked softly. Already my mouth was dry with nervousness as I thought about taking him up on his offer, but I couldn’t turn down that kind of money. No way.
“Just you and me,” he answered. “However, I’m giving you fair warning that I won’t be wearing much tomorrow, either. And as I supervise your work, I plan on giving myself as much pleasure as possible. I do promise I won’t try to touch you.”
My face was flushed, but it wasn’t from shame now. I broke into a sweat, and when I imagined him staring at my naked body while stroking his cock, I felt myself grow hard. As I tried to position myself on the couch so I could hide my arousal from Oliver, I said, “We hardly know each other, and you’re trusting me to keep my mouth shut about this.”
“I am, indeed,” Oliver said, his eyes locked with mine. “You strike me as a private man, keeping mostly to yourself. If you decide to accept my proposition, I can’t imagine you’d ever tell anyone about it. You and I both know the people around here would judge you harshly.”
Of course I’d never tell anyone, but how could he be so sure of that? I asked myself. Maybe he was an excellent judge of character. I had to wonder just when this plan had formed in his mind. When had he decided that I was at my weakest, and desperate enough to accept what he proposed? And why the fuck was I getting turned on by the thought of saying yes to him?
Oliver lowered his stare to my now obvious erection. “So what have you decided?” he asked. Then he grinned. “I think your cock is already saying yes.”
I swore under my breath and fought the urge to cover myself. Then I realized I’d have to abandon that impulse altogether if I planned on working in the nude for this man.
“I’ll do it,” I said, the words spilling from my lips in a rush.
Suddenly Oliver was all business. “You’ll be here at seven tomorrow morning; I start my days early,” he told me. “As soon as you arrive, you’ll get completely undressed. Your job will consist of light housework, nothing too strenuous. You’ll have an hour off for lunch, during which you can go home, or you can stay here and help yourself to anything in my kitchen. Then you’ll be done by four, at which time I’ll write you a check.”
Oliver stood and began to leave the room, and I quickly got to my feet as well, expecting him to walk me to the door. Instead, he stopped and then nodded toward the two empty bottles he’d placed on the floor earlier. While giving me a measured stare, he said, “Pick those up. Slowly.”
I didn’t move or speak for a moment. Instead, I met the challenge his eyes held. “So that’s how we’re going to do this?” I asked, my voice low and husky.
“That’s exactly how we’re going to do this,” he replied.
I felt a smile pulling at the corner of my mouth, and I realized it probably looked like I was smirking. Oliver waited, seeming to have no doubt I would do exactly what he said.
And I did. After turning my back to him, I slowly bent down to pick up the bottles, all the while aware that he was staring at my ass. Making sure my movements remained unhurried, I stood upright and turned to face him once more.
Oliver gave me a satisfied grin. “Excellent work. You can leave the bottles on the table right there.”
I released an almost inaudible sigh of impatience, but I kept the smile on my face while I obeyed him. When Oliver finally walked me to the door, he held out his hand to me. As I shook it, he said, “I look forward to working with you, Caleb.”