Mr. Edwards, CEO - Part 2

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Mr. Edwards, CEO - Part 2


Noah Chambers walked quickly across the spacious penthouse living room, glancing down momentarily at the notes on his Ipad screen. "You must be Antonio," he extended his hand towards the stunningly handsome man who rose up from the leather clad bench that ran along the panoramic floor to ceiling windows.

"Yes, I am Antonio," the man smiled seductively, "It is a pleasure to meet you." His Italian accent was the real thing. Noah made a mental note of that. "The view here, she is spectacular."

Noah smiled pleasantly, every guest who ever visited Mr. Edward's penthouse made the same remark. "Yes, quite beautiful," he offered in return. "Now take your shirt off please."

Antonio's eyebrow shot up before he spoke. "Ah yes, I see, we get right to business. That is ok, I like everything I see very much, that is no problem." He began to undo the buttons of his shirt while giving Noah his best smoldering gaze. As he began to open up his shirt front and spread it back, pulling it off, he stepped in towards Noah putting himself in easy reach.

Noah waited to see Antonio's bare torso, appraising the goods quickly, then focusing his attention back on his Ipad, pulling up screens and making notations. "Thank you, you can put your shirt back on."

"Back on?" Antonio looked more puzzled than offended. "There is something wrong? You no like Antonio."

"You look like an Armani runway model, who wouldn't like you," Noah said still staring at his screen, "but I'm not your client." Looking up from his notes Noah saw that Antonio was still confused. He clarified. "You are not being hired for your services to please ME Antonio. My employer, who will be your client, is a busy man and doesn't like to waste time. I screen all of his?" Noah searched for the right word, "?companions."

"Ah! Ho capito," Antonio reverted to his native tongue.

"I'm glad you understand. Good. Let's move on then. I'm scheduling you for tomorrow night. If my employer likes you we might possibly book you again on a semi-regular basis, that will wait to be determined. He is a top only, you bottom." Noah glanced up to see if Antonio was getting this. The handsome escort nodded. "Good. Oral, might be mutual, but most often he prefers receiving. He can be very verbal, follow his lead if he is. He's also very visual, lights on, always, he wants to see your pretty face."

Antonio bobbed his head up and down, making it clear he understood what was expected of him. "And may I ask, just so I know, is Mr.________, ?. ah, what do I call him?"

"Sir."

"Is the Mr., Sir, is he very old, fat, ugly? It helps to be ready, you know, in my head."

"Yes," Noah could easily imagine what a paid companion might sometimes have to go to bed with. "You will be pleasantly surprised, I'm quite sure of that."

"He's no too bad looking eh?"

"Let me put it this way, if George Clooney had a brother, George would not be the handsome one." Noah smiled at the look of surprise on Antonio's face, before he added, "And let's just say he likes to work out too."

"Madonna?" the escort muttered under his breath, suddenly looking forward to tomorrow evening for more reasons than a paycheck.

"Oh, and there's no kissing," Noah added. "No kissing on the mouth," he clarified. "And one last thing. No profanity."

"Cosa?," Antonio must not have understood the word.

"No swearing. No 'shit', no 'fuck', no bad language." Antonio looked at Noah with an expression that said, it was the oddest request he'd ever had. Noah just responded, "Trust me on this one."

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It was six a.m. and Noah Chambers inserted his key into the private elevator lock and hit PH3. Mr. Edwards penthouse took up the entire top three floors of the exclusive building and he was going to the third level, on the east side, that housed the ridiculously well appointed home gymnasium. It was their daily ritual to go over schedules each morning while Mr. Edwards worked out. Noah had taken the personal assistant job exactly eleven and a half months ago, never dreaming that it would become such an all consuming part of his life. Not that his life had been all that demanding before this. He was well educated and phenomenally bright, but had never found a real calling in life, a passion that drove him. He envied those people who knew so clearly what they wanted to do, whose careers were focused and fulfilling. Noah Chambers had drifted from job to job after grad school, never happy with any of the fields he worked in, and there had been quite a few. How he'd stumbled into this position, well it was an odd story in itself, but once he'd taken on this role which demanded so much of his time and attentions, he found that he quite liked it. Somehow it suited his nature and skills. He felt a strange satisfaction in doing his job well and supporting Mr. Edwards, whose dynamic presence had become the center of his own world.

Noah came into the gym with his cup of coffee, put down his bag and settled into "his" chair, the only piece of regular furniture in the room. He pulled up the daily calendar on his Ipad and the day began.

"You have the Dubai people at 9. Margaret is setting them up, Research & Development present at 9:15, Mitchell takes it from there and then teams two and three. Do you want a break at 10:30?"

"Yes, probably a good idea." Mr. Edwards was already somewhere in the middle of his abs routine, a slick sheen of sweat glistening off his shredded mid section. He never wore a shirt when he worked out, something Noah had taken weeks to get used to. Now the site of his boss, even completely naked, had become so commonplace that it no longer distracted him.

"In conference one or out on the terrace?," Noah asked.

"I don't know. Opinions?"

"Weather's beautiful today, the terrace impresses, offers a level of civility that's appropriate for them. But inside marketing can present while they eat, if times a constraint."

"Outside." Mr. Edwards decided, liking the input.

Noah went on, "Dubai fills the morning and lunch. At 2 you have a board meeting with the museum people, should be brief today. 3:30 is Forbes interview, you've postponed twice."

"Yes, keep that."

"Then airport by 4:30. The gala is tonight, this one's not black tie. I can do pre-flight filing if you want to pilot? Or should I have Walter on standby?" Noah hated when Mr. Edwards flew the company jet, it always meant more work for him, but he understood the diversion it provided.

"Let Walter fly this one, " Mr. Edwards grunted out through a heavy set of dumbbell curls, appraising his own reflection in the mirrored wall as the blood flushed into the working muscles. "Have you arranged someone for later tonight?"

"Yes, someone new. Italian, 6'2", chiseled, you'll like him."

"I'm sure I will Chambers, thank you. You always have excellent taste." Mr. Edwards racked the weights and posed for himself, evaluating his own physique with the critical eye of a master sculptor. He flared out his triceps a second time, trying to decide if he was satisfied with their proportion to his biceps, and concluding that they were indeed quite perfectly in balance.

Noah glanced up, not directly at Mr. Edwards but at his reflection in the mirrors, and he too appraised the physical perfection before him. He knew that he let nothing at all register on his face. He never let Mr. Edwards see the lust that he carried inside him every day for the past eleven and a half months. He was smart enough to know that if he revealed that secret longing, to show outwardly how crazed with desire he was for this beautifully perfect man, his job would soon come to an end. Mr. Edwards discarded those admirers that came in and out of his bedroom, the countless escorts, male and female, that he fucked and dominated. They pleased him for a short time and then they disappeared from his world. Noah wasn't going to let that happen to him. He relished his place inside Mr. Edwards world, even if he could never dream of stepping beyond his place in it, the faithful and efficient loyal assistant. That was enough for him.

Noah watched Mr. Edwards pick up a larger set of weights and move into another set of exercises. He picked up his bag and headed back towards the elevator, knowing he'd see his boss shortly at the office, the glorious body once again hidden under an expensive, impeccable, suit. He stepped into the elevator cab and turned around facing the doors, hitting the ground floor button and glancing up for a second at the focused superman shrugging massive weights as thick trapezius muscles bunched up on either side of his impressive neck.

Only after the doors closed did Mr. Edwards eyes turn away from his own beautiful reflection and look towards the spot where Noah Chambers had just been standing.

[iceman75]

Very nice, I'm looking forward to more! It seems that Mr. Edwards may like Noah just as much as Noah likes him, and I hope this is a long series, full of strength feats and muscle description, but in the end they wind up together.

[danilupoa]

Very nice storyline! good descriptions! Make me hot all time!