Reviving Haven by Cory Cyr Page B

to face him. He has uncrossed his arms and is running his hand through his hair, looking extremely perplexed.
    “We could do lunch I suppose, but I have a feeling once I tell you why I’m here, you’ll want to order in.” I try so hard to sound unruffled even though inside I’m a mess.
    “Don’t feel like you have to come up with a reason to see me. I’m actually flattered and somewhat shocked that you came here. It gives me a small bit of hope.” He smiles.
    “I came here because you seem to feel like I owe you, and maybe I do. Regardless, I’m here to pay in full.”
    I’m still trying not to stammer my words as I shudder inside. I almost pray for him to think I’m crazy, laugh at me, and then tell me to go away. I walk over to the bar and grab what looks to be scotch in a crystal decanter. I pour myself some in one of the matching tumblers and chug it down. I set my empty glass down and turn to look at him. Suddenly, Latch’s face reflects his realization of my purpose. I think I managed to stun him with my admission, if his wide eyes and slack jaw are any indication, even if it’s for a brief moment. He suddenly regains his composure.
    “So, let me get this straight. You drove all the way to my office to specifically give me a blowjob?” His voice teeters on amusement while his face expresses doubt.
    “Oh God, please don’t use that word. I loathe that term; seriously, it’s crude and revolting.” I feel somewhat nauseated because I’m terrified and a little buzzed, but I still might require some more scotch to follow through.
    “Sweetheart, I truly enjoy seeing you squirm. You truly are a naughty librarian, aren’t you? I have to be honest though—you do seem a little too tightly wrapped to do what you’re proposing,” he quips. He moves over to the bar and makes a drink for himself.
    “Another, sweetheart?” he asks.
    I shake my head. It’s going to be humiliating enough to do this without worrying about the possibility of me vomiting again. At least I’m wearing cheap shoes this time.
    “So, about this blowjob . . .” He looks right at me with a smug smile while taking a sip of his drink.
    I roll my eyes, shifting my body from one side to the other. His terminology is disgusting. He strolls back over to his desk, settling his gorgeous ass against the front edge. His eyes bore into mine.
    “I’ll tell you what . . . rename it anything you want. Call it by any name you choose, sweetheart. I don’t really care as long as it still means you’re sucking my dick.” His eyes burn me with a hot gaze as he’s throwing down a gauntlet of challenge.
    “You think I’m joking? You probably assume you can freak m e out by saying the word ‘dick.’” Why don’t we just call it by its other name, huh? Is “cock” good for you?”
    I lift my brow a s a salute to him, accepting his challenge. The alcohol has made me fearless all of a sudden.
    “As I said, call it another name. I don’t care. You honestly didn’t really come down here to give me head, did you?” He’s chuckling with amusement. DAMN HIM! He thinks this is a joke. He thinks I really won’t go through with it. He’s toying with me.
    I look directly into his amazing eyes. “Whatever. Can we just refer to it as a puff chore ?” I am dead serious.
    Latch just stares at me, shocked once again. I can tell he wants to laugh, but he’s trying hard to stifle it. He sets his glass down on his desk and smirks.
    “Oh, sweetheart, really, you’re actually going to go through with this? Jesus, even my gay mates would think that term is hilarious,” he replies, chuckling. The humor appears too hard for him to contain.
    This is not going according to my plan ; Latch thinks I’m bluffing and will never go through with it. I suppose why I came here is a little insane, but now that I’m here and buzzing on lust and scotch, I can either follow through with my plan or run from him—again. And every time I run, it makes him more