"You know, actually there has been a despairing lack of people stopping by your office just to tell me how lovely I look this morning," he said wryly, a small smile curling across glossed lips as he basked in Alexander's compliments. Morgan was a vain creature and he liked that Alexander looked at him with lust in his eyes.
He tipped his face against the caress of Alexander's hand. That was a lover's touch, far too intimate for just an office relationship, and Morgan's eyes darkened in response, his tongue darting out to just barely wet against the pad of Alexander's thumb. "You have a meeting about a possible buy out of the paper in San Francisco," he says, words husky as they're huffed against Alexander's thumb. "But that isn't until after lunch."