Page 2 of Loving Leo (Behind the Camera #4)

TWO

Heath

My eyes blink at the message that little shit left me.

I hope you liked the show. XOXO.

I run a hand across my jaw and stare at the camera I placed there last night. It was supposed to be a deterrent and yet it did nothing more than encourage him. Should have fired him when I had the chance.

But then again, there’s just something about him. He was defiant, bratty, a little bit stubborn.

I didn’t want to cut him off at the knees. Not yet.

For some reason, I wanted to play with him. I guess I liked the fight. Never have been one to back down. Firing him would have been too damn easy.

My hand grabs onto the piece of paper and I crumple it up.. If he’s back tonight, I’ll be waiting. As of now, I’ve done nothing more than up the views on his site.

I may have called the janitorial company and found out his name. Then I did some snooping and when I found his name, I looked. A little too hard.

Not that I’m into that sort of thing. Mostly not into it. And if my dick twitched while I was watching it, then so be it.

It’s nothing more than a biological response to visual stimulation. And what a show he gave us. The way he moaned into the camera, the way he spread his legs. It’s…nothing I’m interested in at all. I mean it’s ridiculous. I can’t believe people pay for this. Watching him fill himself with that silicone cock over and over.

“Little shit,” I murmur as I smooth my tie down and take a seat in my chair. I know he wiped it down because I saw him do it, my eyes intent on the footage while I lay in bed last night.

But for some reason, I can still smell him here and it makes my skin prickle and my stomach roil with frustration.

No one should be getting off in my office and making a profit off it. I worked hard to get where I am today. I don’t want someone taking advantage of me.

Like her.

It makes me upset.

Leaning back, I pull up my calendar for the day. I have a lot of meetings to attend, financials to go over and most importantly, lunch with my sister. I don’t have time to deal with little brats who feel entitled to my space.

Just fire him and be done with it , my mind screams and yet, for some reason, I hold back. I don’t call the company that runs the janitorial team and demand his termination. No. I wait.

I want to see what he does tonight before I make my decision.

Because while I’m pissed he did it again, for some reason, I’m also intrigued.

“What’s on your mind, Heath?” my sister asks with a grin, her dark hair cut into a cute little bob, her blue eyes sparking as she watches me. She can read me like a book. Always has, always will. I fucking hate that she has this ability. Probably because the two of us were so close growing up.

That’s what happens when you have shitty parents like we did.

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“No, you look constipated, which means that you’re upset about something. Something’s not gone to plan.”

She can say that again. That little cleaner has been occupying far too much space in my mind and I can’t get rid of him. I sat in my meetings all day and he popped up, his legs spread, his mouth blathering on all while he shoved a dildo up his ass.

“Everything’s to plan.”

She grins and shakes her head, spearing a bit of salad on her fork. “You’re a terrible liar. I know something’s not right. And I will find out what it is. Is it Lana?”

I frown at that. “I don’t want to talk about her.”

“Why ever not?” she asks dryly.

“I just don’t.”

“Because she’s a wench and terrible?”

I eye my sister and shake my head. “I’m not doing this with you, especially not right now.”

“But you love me and I love tea. So tell me, what’s been going on? Why are you so grumpy? I mean, you’re usually grumpy but you’re more so than usual today.”

She places her chin on her hands and bats her long eyelashes at me.

“I’m not telling you a thing. I know how you keep a secret.”

She gasps. “Heath. That was once when I was five. You can’t hold it against me forever.”

“I sure can.”

She rolls her eyes and then stabs angrily at a tomato. “Fine. Be a boob. I hate you anyway. Don’t care a lick about what’s going on in your boring life.”

My lips twitch and I lean back in my chair, feeling like I’ve won this round.

“Do you really want to know?” I ask and she peers up at me.

“Tell me immediately or I won’t bring you tacos or margaritas for our next hang out.”

I pause and she tosses a tomato at me. It hits my shirt and rolls to the ground. “Stop throwing things at me. We’re going to get kicked out.”

“I’ll throw a crouton next and you know how crumbly they get.”

“Fine.” I hesitate just a moment and then let it all out. “A janitor has been getting off in my office. For views on some porn site.”

Her fork clatters down and she gapes at me. “Come again?”

I roll my eyes at her, like I’m bored, but really, I’m quite entertained at her reaction. “You heard me the first time.”

“Yes, I did, but my brain needs you to repeat it. Again. I’m short circuiting.”

I refuse to say that again, so I just sit there while she processes it. Her food is untouched as her mind works through the words I uttered. Finally, she leans forward and asks, “Did you see it?”

“Of course I saw it,” I hiss and feel my cheeks heat. “He wasn’t shy about it.”

“Oh my god. Was it hot?”

“No. Not at all,” I say, even though I feel a pressure between my legs.

No, I’m not turned on by this. It’s unsanitary and unethical. Not that he seems to care. My mind moves to his shitty little note. Makes my brows furrow and my chest tighten. How can he be so damn flippant about all of this? How can he make this seem like my fault?

Somehow he’s managed.

Little shit.

“I mean, you’re blushing so it must have been a little hot.” She holds up her fingers and I’m a little annoyed by her persistence. Doesn’t she know me better than this?

“Selena, I’m not gay. It wasn’t hot. It was…upsetting.”

She nods, trying to look contrite. “Yeah, okay. Of course. You are super upset . Like you haven’t been caught watching some dudes get off before.”

I roll my eyes and take another bite of my steak. “Jesus Selena, that was one time. And the guy in my office didn’t even care or apologize. Just kept going.”

She snorts and then takes a long sip of her water. “Can I meet him?”

“No. Absolutely not.”

God, I can just see them becoming friends and making my life hell. No, not happening. If she keeps this up then I’m going to need a stronger drink.

“You are forbidden to ever meet him,” I say as I wave a waiter over. I can see her formulating all sorts of ideas in her head. I can’t stop Selena when she gets those. I bet she waits outside in all black until she figures out who this janitor is.

I wouldn’t put it past her.

“Selena.”

“Heath.”

We stare at each other and then I put in an order in for another drink. Fuck my life. This is gonna be a long night.

“So come on. Tell me. What’s he look like?” she asks and I arch an eyebrow at her.

“Nothing much.”

She snorts, loud and unseemly. “I doubt that. He seems to have made an impression.”

“No impression.” My words are sharp and biting, but Selena gives zero fucks. She’s just grinning around her cup of water, her eyes twinkling.

“Sure. Sure. Okay. No problem. I can find out myself.”

“You will not.”

“Oh, I so will.”

“Please just drop it. I should have just fired the little brat,” I grumble.

She looks even more intrigued now and when it comes to my sister, that’s not a good thing. “Why didn’t you?”

That’s a damn good question. Why didn’t I?

“I will,” I say but even as I do, my mind revolts at the thought. I don’t know why I haven’t done the logical thing. I also don’t want to explain myself to my nosy sister. “I’m just waiting.”

“For what?” She’s practically giddy. “Maybe another show? Maybe you want to join in?”

“Stop that,” I snap, but it holds no edge. I never could be too tough on my sister. She makes me soft and nice.

Honestly, in this moment she reminds me a little of Leo. Pressing, pushing back. She won’t let me bulldoze her. She won’t allow it. And it seems after that short interaction, neither will he.

“Of course I don’t want that. Men do nothing for me. You know this.”

She rolls her eyes at me, looking almost bored, but thankfully she drops it for the rest of the time we are together.

But for some reason that thought lingers on my mind.

Why haven’t I fired him? What the hell am I doing?

I most definitely shouldn’t look at the footage he left for me, but when I find myself awake in the middle of the night, I slip my reading glasses on and pull up the security footage on my phone.

Of course, there he is. His lithe body on camera, his pert little ass. A large dildo stretching him open.

My head cocks, my eyes blinking furiously as I watch him fuck himself with that toy. That has to hurt, it can’t feel good. But the way he just accepts it, it makes me slightly warm all over.

I click my phone off, and stare at the wall in front of me. It’s sparsely decorated, my ability to hang pictures that fit my space not my greatest strength. I don’t really know what I want or what I like, to be honest.

My whole focus in life has been to go to prestigious schools and do well while in attendance. I went to private boarding schools for the richest of the rich in Michigan and then attended Yale after that. Everything I did, all of it, was to run the company my dad left for me.

But in all that time, I never really got to know myself.

I never got to explore that part of me.

I stare down at my phone.

I don’t think I liked what I watched just a minute ago. That’s definitely not for me, but I can see the appeal. Just like I had all those years ago when I watched a few hours of gay porn. Leo has a way about him. Some kind of guile that he seems to wear like a second skin. Is that the reason I didn’t fire him immediately after finding out what he’s been doing in my office after hours?

I don’t know.

“Fuck,” I murmur when my phone buzzes in my hand and I see Lana’s name pop up. My hand squeezes tightly and I feel my heart thrumming in my chest.

I don’t want to speak to her, have no desire to, but then again, maybe if I do, she’ll leave me alone.

My finger swipes to answer and I bring the phone up to my ear.

“Heath,” Lana’s voice says over the phone.

My eyes close and I roll my lips between my teeth.

“You there?”

After a beat, an inhale, I answer, “Yeah.”

“You haven’t been answering my calls.”

“I know.”

“We need to talk about it. ”

“Don’t want to,” I say and then let out another long, shaky breath. “I’m gonna go. I shouldn’t have answered.”

She begins to protest, but I hang up, turning my phone off and setting it on my nightstand.

I’m not ready.

I’m not fucking ready.

And to be honest, I just want it all to be over.