The Virgin Master by Jordan Brewer Page B

pharmacy tech had been dead white and trembling. Evan had been bright red and trembling.
     
    Jeremy had mostly recovered from the versed by the time they finally got to the James Enterprises, Inc. building . T he pain started to kick in and he struggled to walk. As they entered the lobby, Evan wracked his brain trying to think of some way to shorten the distance Jeremy would have to walk to get to his , uh, their, apartment. He helped Jeremy gently sit down on one of the leather sofas in the foyer and walked up to the security desk, where he was surprised to see the head of security manning the desk.
     
    “Hey, Mark.  Where’s Duke?”
     
    “Mr. James! Duke’s daughter had her baby this afternoon and I couldn’t get anybody else to take this shift, but I don’t mind. You’re out late. Is there something you need?”
     
    “Yeah. This is going to sound a little bit odd . D o we have a wheelchair?”
     
    “Huh. No. Not that I’ve ever seen.”
     
    Evan’s mind raced. Then he had a silly idea. “Well I know we have a dolly ar ound here somewhere, don’t we? "
     
    “ Uh…yes sir.”
     
    “Would you mind getting it for me?  I know you’re not supposed to leave the desk…but, it wouldn’t take long, would it?”
     
    Mark gave him a weird look as he stood up. “No …it’s in the janitor’s closet at the end of the hall.”
     
    “Well, that’s fine, don’t get up, just give me the key to the closet and I’ll go get it, then.”
     
    Mark handed him his master key card without a word.
     
    “Who’s that on the sofa?”
     
    “Jeremy. My new personal slave. He got injured and I just brought him home from the vet.”
     
    “You’re going to try to take him upstairs on the dolly?” Mark laughed . “Do you have him chained up?”
     
    “Nah. There’s no need for that, with this guy.”
     
    Evan hustled down the hall, anxious to get Jeremy upstairs and in bed. So he could rest. And h eal. Firmly blocking out images of a naked Jeremy, he unlocked the janitor’s closet and easily located the dolly. Relocking the door, he rolled it back to the foyer and returned Mark’s key card. Mark still struggled to hide his amusement .
     
    “That’s a lot of man you got yourself there, sir.”
     
    E van nodded . “Sure is.”
     
    He rolled the dolly up to Jeremy, who looked at him, and then at the dolly. Evan spoke quickly. “See? Stand on the plate and lean back; I’ll roll you to the elevator and down the hall to our apartment.”
     
      Jeremy laughed and then moaned because laughing hurt . But he kept grinning up at Evan who smiled like a fool right back. Evan helped hoist Jeremy to his feet and Jeremy obediently stepped up on the plate . Evan tilted the dolly back slowly, making sure that Jeremy’s back was supported and that nothing hit his sore rear. Jeremy still snickered as they passed the security desk. Mark smiled.
     
    “They’ll never believe this one, sir. First you actually leave the building ... and then you bring home a hot piece of ass on a dolly. And I have to say it's good to see you smiling. ”
     
    Evan flipped him off with a grin , as the elevator door sighed to a close. Jeremy giggled from his p osition on the dolly.   Evan smiled at him and ran a finger tenderly across his new slave’s sharply defined cheekbones. Jeremy leaned slightly into the touch . Evan’s smile faded .  H e snatched back his hand as if he had touched fire. Jeremy frowned slightly, but then his eyes closed lazily, just as the elevator reached their floor.
     
    Evan dollied Jeremy down the hall and managed to get him safely into his penthouse condo. He rolled Jeremy directly to the guest room, thankful for his competent housekeeper, who always kept fresh bedding on the bed whether or not anyone u sed it. Since Evan had not had any guests for the past four years it had seemed to him like an exercise in futility . B ut, since he didn’t engage in any conversations that weren’t absolutely