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resources to find a viable solution.”
    After reaching out, Adrien set his hand on Ion’s knee. He squeezed gently, and Ion’s eyes widened. Glancing down, Adrien couldn’t help but notice the nice bulge behind the zipper of Ion’s pants.
    “I promise your brother won’t be getting in trouble either. He just might get a raise for seeing the potential in product that had been passed over. I have my financial department going over the numbers, and I think we could probably do what you suggest.”
    “Really?” Ion wanted to bounce on the couch, but managed to keep control of the happiness inside him. “I know I was asking a lot of him to tell me company stuff, but I also knew that if I could convince you with the proposals, you wouldn’t lay anyone off.”
    Adrien stroked his fingers along the seam on the inside of Ion’s pants, trailing them closer to Ion’s groin. Ion didn’t pull away from him, and Adrien eased closer.
    “If I ask you something, will you answer me honestly? Tell me what you think, not what you think I want you to say.” Adrien paused for a second, then continued, “And to clear up any question, the offer is not contingent on your answer. I don’t work that way.”
    Ion licked his lips nervously, then nodded. “All right. I’ll answer you honestly.”
    Adrien removed his hand from Ion’s, not wanting to influence him. “Will you have dinner with me tonight?”
    Shock danced across Ion’s face, along with disbelief. “Why would you ask me out? I’m so not in your league.”
    “I don’t care if you’re rich and came from a Mayflower family, Ion. I’ve been interested in you since the first day I met you down in the mailroom. I just wasn’t sure you’d be willing to date the boss. I would never want you to think your job here is tied to our dating.” Adrien shook his head. “I’ve dated a few men who worked here, but once we broke it off, I refused to treat them any different than I did before we dated.”
    “I’d love to go out with you, but I can’t tonight. I have class, and I can’t skip it.” Ion looked and sounded disappointed.
    “I understand wanting to further your education. No problem. When would you be able to go?”
    If Adrien had something going on that particular night, he’d clear his calendar.
    “Would Friday be all right? I don’t have class, and we don’t have to work the next day.”
    Adrien couldn’t help a little burst of desire at the thought of having a whole weekend with Ion. He hoped their date would go so well, Ion wouldn’t want it to end. Maybe that was Ion’s hope as well, and why he’d suggested Friday.
    “Friday would be wonderful. I could pick you up at your apartment around seven. Would that give you enough time to get home from work?” Adrien sorted through the restaurants he could take Ion to.
    He didn’t want it to be anything so high-brow, Ion would be uncomfortable eating at, because Ion being unhappy wasn’t in Adrien’s plan book. Yet he didn’t want it to be a greasy spoon where Ion would think Adrien was trying to prove he was just like every other man.
    Ion smiled shyly, ducking his head down a little. “Seven would be great. I can get home by then. Do you know where we’re going?”
    Adrien shrugged. “I have some ideas, but nothing definite. I’ll pick one, then let you know how you need to dress. Does that work?”
    “Yes.” Ion glanced around the office. “What happens now?”
    “Now I kiss you because I’ve been wanting to know what you taste like for a year.”
    After standing, he took Ion’s hands to help Ion to his feet. Adrien slid one of his hands around the back of Ion’s head, cradling him like a precious object. He settled his other hand on Ion’s hip.
    Ion tilted his head, and Adrien pressed their lips together, sweeping his tongue into Ion’s mouth. He groaned as Ion’s unique flavour danced along his taste buds. Ion melted into his embrace, encircling Adrien’s waist and leaning into his