“Mr. Sterling, why am I here? Somehow I don’t think it was just to enjoy a cup of tea or argue about shoes.” He sat back and rubbed a big hand over his face. “Haven’t I told you yet to call me by my first name?” I shook my head. I would have remembered that. “It’s Brandon,” he said. “You should call me Brandon. Especially since I asked you up here because I’d like to fuck you. Tonight, if that works.”
