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to sort this shit out. A press of a button on the receiver connected him to Milo. “How may I help you now, sir?”
    He could hear sarcasm in the jackass’s voice, but he hadn’t the time to deal with Milo’s BS right now. “Is Marie in?”
    “Out for lunch.”
    “Lisa Pinnock?”
    “Out for lunch, too.”
    “Who isn’t out for lunch?”
    “Nira Simmonds and Felice Gimbs are still in.” Milo fake coughed while he garbled, “inappropriate.”
    Trevillo ignored it. Yes, he was that kind of man. He shit where he ate and had absolutely no qualms about it. “Grab Nira for me.”
    “Mind if I ask how things went with Krissy K?” He could almost sense the sonuvabitch smirking on the end.
    “Piss off, asshole — wait, you’re acquainted with her?”
    “Who isn’t? She’s like the queen of fashion. We consult her for fashion tips all the time.”
    “Yet you still dress like a queer douchebag?”
    “I am queer, and I’m most certainly a douchebag. So that means I’m getting it right.”
    “Just send Nira in and shut the hell up, cock breath.”
    A few balls-aching minutes later, Nira walked through his office door. Brunette, tall, shapeless figure, she wasn’t anywhere near the angel’s feather who had left him with this hard-on, but any mouth would do at the moment.
    “You wanted to see me, Mr. Nelson?”
    Trevillo swiveled his chair away from his desk and shot her a side-long glance. “Yeah. How’s Mr. Simmonds recovering?”
    “He’s alright. Still beside himself that he’s been able to overcome his surgery. So kind of you to ask,” she smiled sweetly.
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don’t really give a shit.
    “And your son?” he asked, leaning forward to shrug out of his jacket.
    “Oh, just amazing. He’s on the honor roll!”
    Out of things to ask, Trevillo jumped straight to her purpose as he started to undo his belt buckle. “I’ve got something I need you to take care of for me.”
    Nira’s eyes lowered as she watched him undo his fly and freed his length, rock-hard and throbbing. Her pink tongue darted over her lips, and without another word, she sashayed across his office, around his desk, and sank down to her knees.
    Head tossed back, Trevillo breathed a satisfying sigh when Nira’s wet lips wrapped around him.

Chapter 2
K. Kingston
The ‘B’ Word
    I woke up to a sunny Friday morning, and Fear was still sleeping on the other side of my bed. Ever since the visit to Trevillo Nelson’s office on Monday afternoon, I’d been nothing but a big, crumpled ball of nerves. The man was assigning me to one of his top-of-the-line projects, and that alone was frightening.
    Trevillo Nelson was the real estate tycoon, crowned king of this business. Anything he did was incontestable, turned to gold. He topped it all. Didn’t do normal. Didn’t do typical. Every tower loft, high-rise, gated community he built stood out from the rest, his signature recognized.
    This project he assigned to me was what we considered one of his ‘success projects’ — sold out long before construction even began, because buildings such as those were constructed for a certain set of people: politicians, movie stars, celebrities, etcetera. Other normal projects were what designers like me usually got contracted on. Projects affordable to the middle-class.
    We’re required to be innovative and unique so that work done by TDR employees stood out from others, but we did so without the constant pressure to go all-out extraordinary, make-it-to-the-magazines crazy. To make it worse, I hated working on residential contracts. Commercial was where I shined. All commercial contracts came directly to me, because everyone else in the design department at TDR shied away from them.
    The Dean’s Realty was a rather large company with all things real estate under one roof, ranging from interior designers to development and construction.
    Being an interior designer, I worked in the design department (DD) under my boss, Mike Levi. Mr.