Making It Personal by Wells, C. (best non fiction books of all time txt) 📗

Blake recalled his words instantly. Heat flooded through him.

“So…” Will looked at him expectantly. “Is that something you might like to experience?”

Blake opened and closed his mouth, rubbing a hand through his short, black hair. Oh hell. On the one hand, he couldn’t deny that the idea appealed to him. The number of times he’d watched orgy scenes on DVD or the Internet, and imagined himself in the scene with those sweating, naked bodies, at the mercy of several men. Will really had nailed his fantasy. But on the other hand… Blake’s heart stuttered at the thought of watching another man touching Will, kissing him… fucking him. Will fucking someone else. That, he wasn’t so sure about. He glanced at Will, who obviously wanted to do this, or else he wouldn’t have mentioned it. He was doing this for them. Will seemed to be waiting anxiously for his reply. I don’t want to let him down. That last thought appeared to be the clincher.

“Okay, let’s do it.” He smirked. “Talk about going out with a bang.” He ignored the tight feeling in his chest that followed his words. At least Will would be there with him. One last night of pleasure before everything changed.

Will gave him a nod. “Okay, I’ll let Ben and Oli know we’re coming. It’s on Wednesday night, by the way.” Blake dipped his chin in acknowledgment. “Could we go there in your car? Mine’s having a few issues at the moment.”

“Yeah, no problem. We can sort out where I pick you up nearer the time.” Blake glanced at his watch. “Now, how about you and I do some work?” He winked and Will laughed. Blake heaved a sigh of relief. At least things felt as though they were getting back to normal. But even as he enjoyed that thought, what slipped into his mind next robbed him of all pleasure.

Enjoy it while you can. Before he leaves.

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Will stared at his TV screen, his thoughts focused not on the American police series that he routinely watched, but on Blake. He couldn’t deny how happy it made him to be on speaking terms again. Yet that happiness was tempered by their imminent parting.

He couldn’t bring himself to tell Blake how he felt. Not once Blake made it clear how much Trinity Publishing meant to him. There was no place for Will in Blake’s plans, clearly.

What did you expect? A declaration of undying love? Yeah, right. Blake had called it a ‘friendship’. Will had hoped he meant as much to Blake as his boss had come to mean to Will. Well, at least now I know. Yes, the sex had been very good, hot even, but apparently for Blake that was as far as it went. And it had been that realization which helped crystallize Will’s plans. The party on Wednesday night would be Will’s parting gift to Blake, the chance to help his boss live out his fantasy. Will didn’t want to think about it. Because each time he did, the thought of watching Blake enjoying another man’s touch was too much to bear. So he’d come to a painful decision. Despite Blake’s insistence that Will should stay until he found another job, the party would be his farewell. He couldn’t stand to see Blake having sex with others, and then see him at work, knowing he couldn’t touch him again, kiss him, hold him… Wednesday would be his last day at Trinity Publishing. He’d leave his letter of resignation on Blake’s desk for him to find on Thursday morning.

Think how Blake will feel. You’re robbing him of the chance to say goodbye.

Will mentally shook himself. He couldn’t afford to think like that. He’d just have to make sure their last hours together were memorable. Then it would be a case of finding another job, maybe even moving away from London. He could always do more work for Jenny to keep body and soul together until something more permanent turned up. Even if that meant offering to do more of the personal services that he was presently avoiding like the plague.

Fuck, Blake—you’ve ruined me for other men. The wry thought should have made him smile. So why did he suddenly feel like crying?

Chapter Ten

“Wow.” Blake stared in amazement as he swung the car into the long driveway of the large detached house in Harrow, set apart from its neighbors in a quiet, residential area. But then again, anyone wanting to live in Harrow had to be made of money.

“Oh yes.” Will chuckled. “These two work in the City. They’re not short of a bob or two.”

Blake pulled up next to a smart new BMW and switched off the engine. He didn’t make a move to get out of the car. There were three or four cars parked in front of the house, a mock Tudor house with floodlights which lit up the graveled parking area. Will sat next to him, watching him with a neutral expression.

It’s still not too late, Blake thought. We could turn around now. But that wouldn’t be fair on Will. “Shall we get in there?” He spoke with more enthusiasm that he actually felt. Will nodded beside him. Slowly they got out of the car and Blake locked it. Before they reached the front door, it opened to reveal a tall, muscular man, possibly in his late forties, with a shock of black hair and pale blue eyes. He grinned when he caught sight of Will.

“I’d given up all hope of seeing you here again, young man.”

Will smiled. “Hi, Stephen. Yeah, I’ve been busy.”

Stephen snickered. “Too busy to come and have some fun? My, what a life you must lead.” Will introduced Blake and Stephen shook his hand warmly. He gave Blake an appreciative glance. “Hmmm, I know straight away who’s going to be monopolizing you all