I spent most of it at my parents', arriving around seven for a roast, with a walk beforehand and a glass of wine during and afterwards.
My parents are great, but I hadn't seen my big brother in ages.
Harvey and Lucy, their beautiful Irish Setters, were full of love and hugs, as affectionate as always.
Cuddles, licks, and looking rather regal.
At 7 a.m., my alarm went off.
Shower.
Shave.
Shit, my hair!
Still no haircut.
Vitamins.
A flat white from my extravagant coffee machine. (Loved it).
Then I got dressed, checked myself in the mirror, and got to work by 8:29.
Just.
"Morning, Dylan."
He walked in looking like the lead character from Suits, but far better looking.
"Morning, Jake. Good weekend?"
"The usual," I said.
"We've got the two-hour meeting at ten with the presentation from TBS Bank. If you're not too busy, can you sit in on this one?"
Two hours?
FFS.
"Yes, sure."
OMG... two hours.
Anyway, that's what I get paid for.
Plus, I might get a glimpse of that crotch... socks... and shoes.
I noticed a different suit today.
Tighter than ever around every muscle, with an extremely fitted white shirt and navy tie.
Hair styled within an inch of its life.
Black brogues.
He obviously wanted to make a great impression in front of Angela — She Devil — and the lawyers from TBS Bank.
Rach came in all smiles and apologised for being so opinionated.
I said, "Shut up. You're my bestie, and lunch is my treat."
She smiled and said Yes, please.
She only had my best interests at heart.
She came over, hugged me, and said, "Surely one is enough."
"Mouth shut," I laughed.
Dylan led the meeting in front of the senior management team, looking sexy as fuck.
The suit fitted him within an inch of every muscle and, now and then, he caught me staring at him.
I was sure that made him smirk, but I can read anything into anything.
I was trying to stay alert and interested, but it's hard to concentrate when... well... you know.
I thought Dylan came across very well, and all I know is everyone seemed very happy.
Even She Devil.
They were all shaking his hand afterwards.
"What are you doing for lunch?" he asked me quietly.
"Seeing Rach."
"Oh. Thursday okay?"
"Sure."
"Okay, I'll take you out. I've got a new car coming."
"Great."
He put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it.
I loved it.
The strength.
Then I saw Angela Harding scowling.
Looking directly at me.
Lunch was nice.
Dylan was not mentioned.
For one, we were at work in a busy restaurant and, secondly, we'd already talked about him.
Rach was packing up at five.
"Walking down with me?"
"No, sorry. Just got to finish this off, then I'll leave."
"Okay. See you tomorrow."
"Bye, Rach."
About five minutes later, Dylan called me into his office.
"Jake, please sit down."
"Thank you."
"A few things, Jake. Thanks for coming in on the merger."
"Thanks for inviting me."
"Jake, you do a wonderful job as my PA, but we've never talked about any aspirations you have here at the bank."
"I'm quite happy working for you. I believe I do a good job as your PA."
"Well, Angela and I were discussing a new role. A bit like yours, but less of the admin and more accompanying me and helping me make decisions. I could really do with someone logical like yourself. With your education and background... You do have a Master's in Business Studies and a head for figures. I've seen you analysing the profit and loss reports for so many departments and possible takeovers, and you get on well with all the senior management team."
"Thanks," I said.
"You have a great memory and always seem to keep your cool."
Wow.
My head was spinning.
What did this mean?
"Yes... I'm interested," I blurted out feebly.
"It would mean you have your own office, share a PA with me and get a company car, plus a nice pay rise."
This was all too much.
I couldn't take it all in.
"Are you sure about this, Dylan?"
"Yes. And Angela has agreed."
Angela? What is she playing at? I thought.
"This does involve a bit of travel though, Jake."
"Oh? Where?"
"We'll share your trips. Split them up."
"No... accompany me, Jake."
I got hard.
Confused about wanting to promote me...
...but hard.
Fuck.
"Want some time to think it over?"
"No. I'll take it, Dylan."
"Great," he said, holding out his hand.
We shook hands.
His grip was strong.
He was slightly clammy.
I loved it.
"We'll get HR to draw up the contracts and Estates to divide up that meeting room next to my office."
"Once you're happy, would you mind helping Rachel train our new PA?"
"I'd love to."
"Great. Well, don't tell a soul until it's all official."
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Fancy a quick drink?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Great. Meet me in reception in ten."
"Will do."
I didn't take the lift.
I ran down four flights of stairs, floating on air.
I felt everything finally slotting into place.
At this trendy bar, it was suits and more suits.
Wine glasses.
Chatter.
Nice, but too-quiet music.
We sat down in a booth.
"Thanks, Dylan," I said. "For everything. I am so happy."
“You deserve it, Jake”
Dylan crossed his legs and slipped off a shoe. “Shame it’s so busy in here”
I could see his beautiful socked foot, sweaty, sexy as fuk.
“It is, Dylan, but you know I will worship them when requested by Sir,” and winked.
Just touch it, Jake…
I had to oblige; no one noticed. “Now smell your had Jake”
I did, and it smelt amazing, raw, just like him.
What is it about fit married men?
We said our goodbyes and I drove home.
I lay on the bed, got out my work trousers as quickly as I could and started jerking whilst sniffing his sock.
It was good, but nothing compared to his socked feet.
I spewed fountains of cum almost instantly.
So intense.
I used my trunks to clear up my mess and got changed into joggers and a T-shirt.
Wow.
What a day.
Promotion.
Not signed and sealed yet.
I had half a bottle of wine left in the fridge and poured it into a very large wine glass before falling onto the sofa.
I pulled out my mobile and checked the time.
7:14 p.m.
Shall I text Matty? I thought.
Nah... I'll wait.
After the large glass of wine, I wanted another, so I popped down to Waitrose in town and bought a ready meal and another bottle of Sauvignon Blanc.
Some hotties, fresh from the gym, were buying beer and protein powder.
Huge packages in their pants made me moan. The single guys with their meals for one in their baskets. It was kinda cruising.
Fuck... I need cock, I chuckled.
Feet and socks are great and my kink, but they are a starter to oral or sex in my mind. Just an add-on.
I had to get it into my head with Dylan that this...
Sock and foot worship...
...was all it would ever be. Ever be.
He would never let me near his cock. I didn’t want to cross that line either. My job…
I would never ask either. He is married, I reminded myself.
To serve his socks was amazing and fun while it lasted.
By the second glass, I messaged Matty.
"Hey, builder stud. Hope it's all going well and they haven't worked you too hard. Jx"
I found some crap TV to settle down with my tiny seafood pie, and life was about as good as it gets.
Compared with the last five years on Grindr, this was bloody amazing.
I don't get fate.
Why does it all have to happen at once?
Like buses, haha.
10:00 p.m.
No reply from Matty.
I went to bed happy. Very happy. Slightly smug.
