Miles was the CEO of a large company in New York. He was 37, tall, fit and simply ozzed masculinity. He had a rather hairy chest that he often showed off by not buttoning up his tailor made suits all the way to the top. Miles trimmed and maintained his jet black beard moustache combo to absolute perfection.
Miles saw hair as a critical defining feature in a “real man” and never believed in manscapping. However, His 9 inch package was his real pride and joy. He had considerable girth and stamina to satisfy any woman or man.
Miles was bi but leaned more towards men and always topped. He loved taking his pick of secretaries or shy male interns to spend a fling with before having his personal assistant sending them to some other far off branch in the company.
Miles was walking by a curious shop on his way back from a meeting when a ring in the window caught his attention. It was silver with an emerald jewel that he just had to have because of how he felt it emphasized his masculinity.
“So who’s the fresh meat this morning Abby?” Miles called to his assistant
“Your new intern is coming up the elevator as we speak sir, he seemed nervous.”
“How old is he?” Miles had been working overtime for the past couple months and it had been a long time since his last one night fling, he was hoping the new intern could change that.
“He’s 22, his name is James”
Just then the elevator opened and James practically tripped on himself with his outstretched hand toward miles, anxiously looking for a handshake
“Hi sir! I’m James O’Deorain, it’s an honor to finally meet you, thank you sooo much for the opportunity you’ve given me.”
“Slow down there intern” Miles was mildly amused by the intern and thought he looked interesting.
James was clearing Irish judging by his name and appearance but he acted like a regular kid from Brooklyn. He had bright orange hair that he obviously attempted to tame with a comb but to no avail. Green eyes, ears that he still hadn’t grown into, and freckles that went right over his nose and cheeks. He had a short stature and was “cute.”
Miles thought he was adorable l, he saw him more a cute snack than a person.
Miles began to speak and never shook the eager boy’s hand.
“Abby how about you give the two of us some time alone?”
“Of course sir” Abby exited the room
“I’ll call you shamrock”
James was a bit surprised by Miles new casual tone.
“I can already tell you’re going to do BIG things for the company. Why don’t you come over to my home tonight for a welcoming dinner, Abby will send you the details.”
“Really?! You sure? I’d hate to bug you, and what about work? Aren’t going to explain what I’ll be doing here to help?”
“Abby will tell you all that, now go and get reading for our welcome dinner, I promise it won’t disappoint.” Miles likes his lips because he knew that a certain twink was on the menu for him tonight.
“Oh well... ok sir, thanks again” James left the room a bit confused and curious of what tonight would have instore.
“Well this will be nice.” Miles said as he played with his new ring, not noticing it’s eerie pulsating glow.