#wyka

Wyatt had a problem. A serious problem, in fact. This problem had to do with a nearly empty document opened on his laptop that he had been trying to write for the next town hall meeting coming up. A major cause for this problem? The stunningly beautiful submissive currently ringing up a customer maybe 20 feet away. The one wearing eyeliner and pants that he had to know how good they looked. It was outrageous, in fact, to feel this fixated on a clothed ass that he had already seen naked. It wasn't like he had to imagine what was underneath, but somehow the fact that it was covered up had him obsessing maybe more than if Luka was just naked in the shop. Okay, that was hyperbole, because surely he wouldn't have lasted 5 minutes, let alone an hour, without doing anything about it if that were the case.

So, instead, he was locked in a war with his responsible side versus his lust... and damn if he wasn't counting the fucking minutes until Mark would come in for the remainder of the day. In the past, Wyatt might have left Luka working there a couple more hours even as he left his assistant in charge. However, he had now acquired... a taste for Luka. He used to be stronger against it, but much like an addiction, continued exposure... use... had kicked up a craving, and he had metaphorically edged himself by doing no more than commenting that Luka looked "good" wearing eyeliner, but today? Today the implications were making him hotter under the collar than usual. And perhaps he was feeling an urge to see something beautiful wrecked.

He was able to pull himself together once Mark came in, shutting his laptop and giving him a quick overview of the day. "It's been fairly uneventful, so I don't think you'll need Luka..." Me, however. He caught the last moment of Mark's look at him, since he had been in the moment before staring holes into the submissive, holes he was hoping to bury his teeth into, his nails, fingers, anything. He didn't feel embarrassed by being clocked by his assistant, though, he didn't have it in him to feel one iota of shame as he said goodnight to Mark after putting his laptop away in a messenger bag and bee-lined for Luka, who had his back turned to him.

Text: Or is there certain things that turn you off, about someone? Or turn you on, if that's easier.

Text: Again, we're not talking about me, I'm curious about your tastes in other people for the purpose of, well, curating other people.

Text: Also please note that as I'm writing this, I've got the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes that you can imagine so you're physically unable to be that upset at me.

Text: That is rather unfortunate and inconvenient, but not the end of the world, certainly.

PM: Getting back is the best time for me to focus on business, so you don't have to apologize. I think I can make that happen. Any day preferences? How much do you care about the sanctity of your weekends, for instance?