“How old are you, Riley? Twenty-five? Twenty-six?” Griffin asked me without looking up.
“Twenty-four,” I replied.
Griffin still hadn’t looked up, but a smile spread across his face.
“That’s the same age I was when I graduated with my MBA too,” he mused.
I know. I busted my ass every semester and every summer so that I could graduate in the same amount of time as you did.
“Mr. Evans,” I began to plead my case so he wouldn’t terminate me on the spot, but he cut me off quickly.
“Don’t talk, Riley. Talking complicates things.” Griffin closed the notebook and returned it to the drawer before standing.
I drank in his presence as he confidently stood behind his desk, eyeing me. My cock throbbed in my pants because he was staring at me. I was almost certain that my termination hung on his lips.
With a smirk, he said, “You remind me of myself.” Griffin smiled and left his den.
What the fuck just happened?
Chapter Four
Riley
The rest of my weekend had been full of jacking off to the memory of Griffin and me in his den. It wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around and fantasize about him while I stroked myself, but this was different. It even felt different. I had been in his den when he caught Yvette blowing me. Griffin had seen my cock, and that thought alone could elicit some of the hardest wood I’d ever had.
The fantasies and weekend fun had ended, though. My nerves were getting the best of me as I rode the elevator up to the second floor. Would my belongings still be there? Had I lost my job? Was I on the brink of losing my job? Griffin hadn’t seemed angry with me, but I didn’t understand how something wasn’t going to happen.
Relief washed over me, and my stomach began to settle when I saw that all my stuff was still at my desk. I began to settle in for my day and noticed that Yvette’s door had been closed since I had arrived. I really had no idea how to act around her when I did see her. Yvette seemed quiet throughout the next few days, and during my designated weekly meeting with Griffin, I learned that she had turned in her resignation letter. As soon as I sat across from his big desk, I knew this meeting would be different just by the way he sat.
“I’m sure this has been an interesting week for you, Riley.” Griffin sat back in his chair and looked at me as though we were having a casual, friendly discussion.
I began to apologize for my behavior and explain that I had never done anything like that before, but he held his hand up to prevent my rehearsed monologue. He stood from his chair, walked to his window, keeping his back to me. Griffin clasped his hands together at the small of his back while he kept his feet about a foot apart.
“I take an immense amount of pride in this company, Riley. My father, all the way back to my great-grandfather, took pride in this company and its image. That includes the morals and ethics of our employees. When my father passed, my uncle-in-law moved into his role and upheld the same beliefs. They believed that the wives of Evans Financial who cheated, not only cheated with their husbands but stole from the company, were nothing more than gold-diggers.”
Griffin stared at me, and neither of us moved for a moment.
“I don’t approve of or condone cheating.” Griffin’s voice grew cold. “Period.”
My heart pounded in my chest at a rapid rate. Was he going to fire me?
“Yvette’s husband makes very good money here. Thank you for showing me someone with morals that go against what this company stands for.” Griffin moved away from the window and retook his seat. “Thank you for showing me someone who is nothing but a repulsive gold-digger.”
Stunned, I could only nod.
“My parties tend to uncover those who are unfaithful. And nothing disgusts me more than infidelity. Riley, I see you as being someone who can help me identify those that are willing, or on the fence, about giving into unscrupulous desires. You can help me find those within Evans Financial that are gold-diggers.”
Griffin was seeing me as someone who could help him. I was getting hard, but I had to know if I was just one of many who had helped him.
“Do others help you with that, Mr. Evans?”
He raised one of his eyebrows and then slowly shook his head.
“Just you, Riley.” Griffin leaned forward and laced his fingers together on the desk. “I’ve always let it happen naturally at my parties, but I think you can help me.”
Ecstatic but under control, I replied with, “Yes. I’d love to help you.”
Another month had gone by, and while there hadn’t been another party, I still felt special. It was as though Griffin not only wanted me around but needed me too. I had even been invited to lunch with him and a few other high ups once.
My role was not only a booster for my ego but to make others feel good. Basically, my role in helping Griffin was to be the bait. I was to smile and be my handsome self, give him the names of the flirters, and then see who would fall at the next party. Griffin had told me that when he caught the cheaters, they usually resigned on their own accord, though there had been a few that he had to terminate.
Being used as the bait face for his needs suited me just fine. I was proving my worth and loyalty to him, and eventually, other things would come. Things were going great until I walked into the lobby of Evans Financial on a Monday morning in late September.
A bunch of women were gathered around the reception desk, and when they saw me, they quickly flagged me over to sign a
