"Well, Mr. Taylor your work is very impressive.  It's also selling faster than you can paint them."  Mr. Byrnes tells me.

"Thank you."

He clears his throat.  "I would like to extend and offer to you to feature your work.  My gallery takes 20% off the top and the advertisers get 10%.  Everything after that is yours.  Each piece won't be sold for less than $10,000.  Interested?"

I nod.  This is the biggest offer I've had since I moved here.  "Yes."  

"Good.  I'll have my secretary send the contracts to you."  Mr. Byrnes rises from his seat and holds out his hand.  

Shaking it, I can't believe this.  "Thank you again."

He gives me a half smile as I make my way out of his office.

I need a moment to compose myself, so I head into the bathroom.  

Stopping dead in my tracks I see Brian finishing washing his hands.  His head shoots up.

"Uh..." I don't know what to say.  What the fuck is he doing here?

He finishes drying his hands.  "Hi."  

"What are you..doing here?"  I finish.

"Mr. Byrnes wants to meet me about promoting his next show."  

Oh fuck.  My show.

I put on my best act despite the nagging feeling in my stomach.  "Well, that's my show."

"That's great.  The Byrnes Gallery is one of the bigger galleries in the city." 

I nod as Brian makes his way towards me.  What the fuck is he doing?  Than I remember I'm leaning against the door.

"Thanks."  I mumble.

"I always knew you'd be a big success."  We're only inches away from each other.

His scent fills my lungs and I find myself pressing my lips against his. 

He kisses back with such passion and lust.

"We can't." I gasp breaking the kiss.  "You're engaged and I'm with..."

But I don't finish my sentence because he crushes his lips against mine once more, grabbing my hair in the process.  

Pulling at his pants, I need this.  I need him.  

He grabs my waist and spins me around so fast I almost slam my head against the door.  My pants are around my ankles now and I have no idea how that happened.  

I hear the familiar sound of the condom wrapper and prepare myself.  

I don't have to wait long to feel his cock slip into me.  He doesn't pace himself and I feel myself getting slammed into the metal door over and over again.  I don't care.  My body responds almost instantly and by now my manhood is weeping trying to cum.  Intensity tingles it's way from the tips of my fingers to my toes as I shoot all over the door.  

Brian follows soon after.  

Pulling my pants back on I feel sick.  "That...that was a mistake." I blurt out.

Brian doesn't say anything and fixes his hair in the mirror.

Taking a paper towel out of the holder, I wipe up my mess on the door.  

"What did it mean?"  I try again.

Brian still says nothing.

"Would you fucking say something already?" I beg.  

Brian turns to me finally and makes his way towards the door.  "Here." 

He blurts putting an envelope into my hand before leaving.  I open it with shakey fingers and pull out a card.  It's his wedding invitation.  

I feel like someone punched me in the stomach.  All the air leaves my lungs as I fall back against the door.