Page 87 of Wrecked
Back inside, José asked Ken and Sabrina to record their voices. They acted like screwing the technician was no big deal. No one said anything to Hawk about what he’d walked in on. Neither of them apologized either.
It took three times for José to record Ken’s voice because of Ken’s incessant coughing. They finally finished up, then got the hell out.
Hawk could have easily brought Wayne back to the office with him, but he wasn’t this guy’s buddy. He was the boss man. Time to put some distance between him and the idiot who decided that sex with a client was not a problem.
After sliding into his Mercedes, he checked texts. There were several, but the one from Addison caught his eye. “What time can you meet me for target practice?”
“How’s five?” he texted.
She replied with a thumbs-up emoji.
He pulled up a playlist on his phone, drove back to the office feeling pretty damn good that he’d gone cold turkey. Unfortunately, in a few hours, the nicotine craving would kick in and he’d be on the hunt for a smoke.
Not this time.
He pulled into Hawk Security and parked. Once inside, he glanced around the spacious lobby of his five-story building. Before heading to the elevator bank, he checked in with his receptionists, then rode up to the top floor.
Once in his corner office, he checked email. One hundred and two unread. He was supposed to be in an executive meeting in twenty minutes, but that would have to get pushed back.
He called his HR director.
“Hi, boss man,” Silas answered.
“I’ve got an HR issue.”
“I’m two minutes from a meeting.”
“Reschedule it,” Hawk said.
“Yup, be there in a minute.”
Hawk hung up and cracked his neck. Didn’t help. He needed to go for a run. He thought of Addison. Now that he’d gotten a taste of her, he wanted more… a lot more.
After jumping on his phone, he opened the Lost Souls app, found her profile. He cued up an Invitation to Escape for later that evening, and included a personal message.
“Ladies choice. Prisoner and Warden, Cheerleader and QB, or Prof and Student. Play with me and escape reality.”
Knock-knock-knock.
Silas stood in the doorway. Hawk sent the invitation, waved his HR director in.
“What’s going on?” Silas asked after shutting Hawk’s door.
“I walked in on a new installer screwing a homeowner while her husband jacked off in the corner.”
Silas stifled a snicker. “Inappropriate laughter.”
Hawk cracked a smile. “It was like seeing bad porn by accident.”
Silas laughed. “Sorry. I can’t help myself.”
Hawk started laughing. “It was pretty crazy. I gotta let Wayne go, then we gotta set up an online class or bring in someone to talk about why employees can’t engage in sexual acts with clients.”
Silas nodded. “Yeah, this is gonna cost us.”
“No shit.”
“I’ll get on this and let you know.”
