Page 16 of Thrill

“You’re lucky,” Tyler said. “I used to work for a council. There was no staff area. We ate at our desks and they had one kettle. Ugh.”

Danny frowned. “Sounds shit. They look after us well here. Loads of freebies too.”

“Really?”

Danny pointed to the top of the lockers. Worn cardboard boxes were piled on top.

“If packaging gets damaged, it goes in those. Have a rummage if you like.”

“Oh, I’m okay,” Tyler said. “I’m single.”

Danny cackled. “Aren’t we all? Doesn’t mean Pleasure Seekers don’t have something for you.”

“Maybe later.”

“Suit yourself.”

They walked over to the comfortable seating area. A group of people Tyler had been working alongside were sitting around chatting.

“Guys,” Danny said. “Can I introduce you to Tyler Jones. The new Head of Procurement.”

They all murmured greetings.

“Hi, everyone. Thanks for letting me be part of this today,” Tyler said. “It’s an eye-opener.”

“Go and sit by Stan,” Danny said.

With about ten pairs of eyes on him, Tyler had a flashback to his first day at a new school. His parents had put him in private school midway through his education. That had been equally as terrifying.

Stan was a man in his fifties. He patted the chair next to him.

“Come here, lad,” he said. “How have you found your first hour down here?”

Tyler wandered over. “Bloody knackering. I don’t know how you all do it.”

“You get used to it.”

Tyler sank down on the chair. Something stuck right in his bottom, making him leap up. He spun around to see a dildo being held in place by a guffawing Stan. Which led to everyone else howling with laughter.

He hated being the centre of a joke. Then Tyler locked eyes with Danny, and everything became calm. Danny smiled. Not in a mocking way. More daring him to own it.

Tyler bowed to the group. Then straightened up, grabbing his arse in mock pain.

This only made them laugh louder. Stan was shaking.

“You’ll do for me,” Stan said.

This time, Tyler sat down with no incident.

“Thanks. Where did you produce that from?” Tyler asked. “Or should I not ask?”

The day wore on and Tyler thanked his lucky stars it was nearly over. It quickly became clear where the muscles that Danny’s polo shirt barely disguised came from.

They’d got on like a house on fire, convincing Tyler once again that he’d made the right decision coming to work at Pleasure Seekers. Although, managing suppliers would be far more up his street.

When it got to four o’clock, Danny stretched.

“That’s you done,” he said to Tyler. “We let you off early to go and check your emails or whatever it is you lot do upstairs.”