Two

Roman was already waiting for him at the café, looking dapper in a dark blue suit, sunglasses on the table.

Dean felt undressed in just a white t-shirt and jeans as he approached the table, sitting down slowly.

Something about the way the man was staring at him was giving him goosebumps all over his whole body. "Sorry, I'm late," he apologised. "I missed the bus so I had to wait-"

"You don't have a car?" Roman asked, surprise on his face.

"I did have one but I sold her."

"Why?"

"I needed the money."

"Again… why?"

The man was an inquisitive one. "Because I needed a place to stay. My boyfriend dumped me and wanted me out of the apartment within twenty four hours."

He noticed Roman's jaw tightened. "What did you even see in him?"

What an odd question. "He wasn't always like this. In high school, he was just the sweetest guy-"

"You won't have to worry about money anymore. I need a companion, Dean. It's why I hired you. I need someone to accompany me on business trips, someone to travel with me."

"Oh. That's going to be a problem. We're only allowed to go-"

"I'm aware but ours is a different arrangement."

"How different?"

"I'll need you from Mondays to Fridays. You may do whatever you wish during the weekends."

"Okay but just throwing it out there: no sex. I'm a social escort not a prostitute."

Roman smiled. "I would dream of thinking that way about you."

Fuck.

That smile.

Such warmth.

"I guess since it'll be just a month," Roman continued smoothly, "I'd like to take you out for dinner too. Every morning and night, I'll have a limo pick you up to and fro."

"So that's it?"

"Yes, that's it."

Roman signalled for the waiter to take their orders. Dean observed him discreetly as he watched him order the filet mignon and two glasses of moscato wine. The man oozed of confidence and sensuality. "So when do I start?"

The music mogul chuckled. "Now. We're having lunch, aren't we? After this, I have a meeting with R Truth."

"And after that?"

"Boring meetings but you don't have to sit in those. You can rest in my office."


Reigns Music Group office building was twenty four floors and three basement carparks, Dean was informed as they walked through the lobby. He marvelled at the modern architecture clearly influenced by Japanese structures.

"So we're meeting R Truth first?" he asked as they entered an elevator at the far right.

"He's running late," Roman replied, sliding a gold card into a slot. "Why don't we head to my office first?"

"Sure." He still couldn't believe his luck having this man as his client. What did he see in him aside from the genuinity? When the door opened, he found himself looking at a spacious office overlooking the city's giant lake. "Your own private elevator, huh?"

"I can afford it." Roman took off his jacket. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

Dean turned away from the view and shook his head. "No, thanks." He gazed at the photos of Roman and his family. "So, what do you do for fun, Roman?"

Roman shrugged. "I don't know. Golf?" He poured himself a glass of whiskey at his solid oak alcohol cabinet. "I think golf."

"You think?"

"I don't really like it, to be honest."

"Well, then it doesn't count as an interest. What else?"

"Travelling which I get to do a lot in my job."

"So you get to explore new places while you're overseas?"

Roman's eyes were cast down. "Not really. It's just meetings after meetings." His gaze now held Dean's. "What about you?"

"I love watching documentaries and reading about the subject afterwards. I'm a very curious person by nature."

"Any particular topic?"

Dean tapped his fingers on his right collarbone. "Plenty. Big Foot, UFOs and supernatural stuff…"

"You believe in those?"

"Yeah. I won't say no. We aren't the only ones on this earth, you know."

"What?" Roman was smiling again.

Dean averted his gaze to the framed records hanging on the wall. "It's true. One day, I'll show you. I'll bring you ghost hunting."

"Dean?"

"Hmmm…" He turned around and found Roman standing close to him. How did he get there so fast? "Yeah?"

"Are you sure about the ghost hunting?"

"Absolutely," he squeaked. Why was he intimidated by this man? Dean could smell the strong scent of his cologne; it had traces of the smell of spices.

"Great. How does Friday night sound to you?"

"This week?"

"Well, yeah."

"Okay. Friday night then. I'll google for a place for us to visit." He noticed Roman's eyes kept lingering to his lips. "My face is here, Roman."

Roman reached his hand out to caress his left cheek. "I know." There was a buzzing sound then that had the Samoan man answering his phone via speaker, "Yes?"

"R Truth is waiting at the boardroom, Sir," a smooth female voice announced.

"Thank you." Roman turned to Dean. "Well, then. Let's go meet the artist, shall we?"

"Let's!" Dean adjusted his t-shirt. Something warm claimed his lips.

Roman.

Before he had time to register it, the brief kiss ended.

"You didn't say no kissing," Roman cheekily informed him.

"I-"

"You have a cute butt, Dean. And I can stare into your blue eyes for hours as I admire your dimple." He kissed Dean softly again but this time, the auburn haired man sank into the kiss almost immediately. Roman's lips were soft and the way his mouth moved... His common sense chose the wrong time to kick in.

Dean tore his lips away. "Sorry, Roman."

"Don't apologise." Roman reached for his hand. "I initiated it."

"Why?"

"Because you're a handsome man."

"I already told you-"

"I think you're handsome. Full stop."

"If I'm handsome, what does that make you?"

"An ogre."

"Sure." Dean rolled his eyes. "You're gorgeous and you know it."

"You said it. I didn't."

The flirt. Well there was nothing wrong with flirting with him, Dean supposed. It was not like they were going to end up together. A month from now, they would be going separate ways and would also probably forget about one another in a few months.

The rich had their own kind to date and marry.

"Yeah I said it," Dean teased. "Let that be the highlight of your day."

When the elevator doors closed, Roman leaned closer and said softly, "Actually the highlight of my day was kissing you. And you know what? Now I know I want more than that with you."

His lips captured Dean's then in an unyielding kiss.

A/N Oh Roman...