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Peter wrote an address down and waited until Anton called Connor into his office.
“Peter is worried about you,” Anton stated without preamble.
“Peter worries about everyone,” Connor bit back around a strained smile as Peter folded his arms across his chest.
“No, that’s not true, only people I care about,” Peter answered. “And you are far too wired to go into a gay bar and not get eaten alive.”
“I’ll manage, Peter; besides, sooner it’s over the better it is.”
“Anton and I are discussing the merits of switching you with an agent,” Peter pressed.
“I don’t remember it being your call.” Connor grew very calm.
“Actually, in the hierarchy of things, it is Peter’s call. He’s got the second chair; and, since Frank is unavailable at a conference, if he can persuade the resident psychiatrist to sign off on it then, yes, he can make the call,” Anton interrupted.
“And has he persuaded you?” Connor sighed and rubbed his forehead.
“Almost.”
Peter stepped forward and withdrew the black hanky and took a long time pushing it into Connor’s right back pocket, letting his hand cup the firm behind and lingering. Connor folded his arms.
“Copping a feel?”
“Trust me, if I was, you wouldn’t have to ask.” Peter smirked and Connor blushed. “See, the deal is this – Denisoff is going to get very handy and I’m not certain you’re going to be able to cope with it.”
“Ah huh. Anything else I should know?” Connor asked.
“Yeah, sit down.” Connor did as he was told and Peter pulled a chair close to him, resting his arm easily across his shoulders, his hand a firm pressure to keep him in place.
“You comfortable?” Connor became very quiet.
“My comfort isn’t the issue here, Connor; this is mild compared to what he’ll do.” And suddenly Peter’s personality grew and Connor found it hard to breath, the intimidation was palpable in the small room and he’d done nothing but to change his posture slightly. Connor looked down at his hands and Anton watched closely. Peter slowly withdrew. “Look, we know you’re not comfortable with this.”
“I’m not uncomfortable with homosexuality, Peter, I’m uncomfortable with being intimidated and not being able to fight back.” Connor found his voice.
“Okay, let’s try to alter the mindset. There are a lot of people out there that are into heavy BDSM and are not in a same sex relationship. Most of the Doms will have had both so they are not exclusive. This guy is looking for a toy, not a lover; so it’s casual. Very, very casual, and in that bar you maintain the control.”
Connor nodded.
“No, you’re not hearing me. You have the control, there is no need to fight back because if you decide you don’t like what you see or what he offers, the rules of the game don’t change. You walk and leave him with his balls around his neck. It’s psychological, not physical.”
Connor relaxed and Anton smiled.
“You’re a psych major, Connor. I’m sure you can manipulate his desires against him without him even realizing you’re doing it,” Anton assured.
“And the bonus is, he is chatty. He wants you; and if you play hard to get, he’ll talk. If we get lucky, he might drop a couple of names of his playmates that we can pick him up on,” Peter continued.
“But he’s going to push the physical boundaries,” Connor said softly.
“Yes, he will, and a lot more than I just did. So take a deep breath and tell him hands off if it’s too much, but you need to give him some lead in order to corner him.”
“So as long as I stay in plain sight, I’m covered.” Connor nodded.
“Yes, you are, there will be four agents in the bar. You won’t recognize them, but you will see me and I won’t let you out of my sight.”
“Okay.” Connor nodded again, drawing a deep breath and calming his nerves. Anton patted him on the shoulder and left them alone for a moment.
“Do you trust me?” Peter finally asked.
“Completely,” Connor answered without hesitation.
“Good, then understand I won’t let you leave that bar with anyone other than me.”
“Thank you.”
“None needed. I need compliance as well, Connor. If I put us in a position where you need to make things look good, you need to relax and follow the lead. Understand?”
“Not completely.”
“Well, hopefully, it won’t come to that.”
“Hopefully,” Connor conceded as he stood up. “You want to tell me what the black hanky is for.”
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