(^^^ That's how they are dressed. Enjoy!)

Brandon's Point Of View:

I had Martin pick up Michael and Lilly. I couldn't face Michael right away, because after that hug last night...I sorta had a...boner.

Anyway, Martin should have dropped Lilly off by now. I check my watch. I bet Lilly is going to be the talk of the school today. I'll have Martin pick her up too.

I look in the mirror in my office and fix my tie. I'm wearing a very expensive blue suit. This is my favorite suit. I look good. Haha.

There's a knock on my office door. I turn around and see Michael. Is this man trying to give me a heart attack? He's looking sexier than ever! I bite my bottom lip. He must be teasing me... Mm...

"Hey, Brandon. "

"Hi, Michael, please, come and sit."

Michael walks in. He seems nervous. He keeps his hands in his pocket and looks around. Probably trying to stay away from everything that looks expensive. He takes a seat in the chair in front of my desk.

I sit down in my desk chair and pull out my notes to begin working.

"Um, Brandon, how come you only have one chair in here? Everyone else has two."

I smile. "Well, I only do business with one person. If a company I'm doing business with needs two people, then they can go to Henry. He's the executive here."

Michael nods. I continue to work. He seemed to be getting bored, because he started tapping his foot and making noises with his mouth. I giggle. He looks at me and smiles.

He asks, "Why do you keep laughing at me?"

I smile at him and say, "You're just very adorable. "

Shit! What did I just say?

He quickly ask, "Huh? What?"

I say very quickly, "I said you're very admirable. Because of your ability to fix cars. I can't fix a car to save my life. Speaking of cars let's get you situated. "

I get up and walk to the door. Michael follows behind. We head toward the elevator, when a mail cart zooms in front of me, I quickly stop, but Michael didn't see me. He walks straight into me, causing both of us to fall.

I'm flat on the ground with him right on top of me. What's that I feel? I can't help but smirk. Michael quickly gets up and says,

"I'm so sorry!"

I'm helped up by the mail boy and Michael. Before I can reply to Michael, Zack, the mail boy quickly says,

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Clifford! I don't know how that happened! Please forgive me! I didn't mean too! I'm so-"

I put my hand on his shoulder and softly say,

"Shhh shhh. Calm down Zack. It's not your fault okay. You weren't the one who pushed me over. "

I look at Michael and laugh. He really does look guilty about it. I turn back to Zack and say,

"Finish delivering the mail, and come down to the car cave. I have a job for you."

He nods and grabs the cart. He quickly walks away. I turn to Michael and say,

"And you, it's okay. I stopped very suddenly. Shall we continue? "

He nods. We walk to the elevator and get in. I press the basement button. Michael breaks the silence by asking,

"What's the car cave?"

"It's what I call the basement. There's nothing but cars down there. Nothing but broken cars."

The doors open and we step into the basement. Michael's eyes widen. He begins to walk around and look at some of the damage from all my cars in the past. I love cars so if I do wreck one, I can't get rid of it. I guess I have a problem.

The basement is really big so there's about thirty cars down here with enough room to fix them. As Michael continues to look at each car, I tease and say,

"As you can see I'm not the best driver. I guess that's why my mother hired Martin for me."

Michael looks at me wide eyed and says,

"These are all yours?! Dude, you suck at driving! "

I laugh. "I can't argue with you there."

Michael continues to examine each car. Without looking at me, he says,

"This will take some time. Like a lot of time! I'll need all kinds of parts and tools. This will cost a fortune! "

I rub my hands together and say,

"Don't worry about the money. I'll handle everything. Just tell me what you need and I'll get it."

He walks back over to me and asks,

"How come you don't send these to a auto shop or get a new car?"

I reply, "Well, I've heard crazy stories about auto shops and how they ride around in your car when they're done and I don't like that. And your second question... Each of these cars represent a promotion. "

He looks at me in awe and says,

"You got promoted thirty times!?"

I smile and nod. I say, "Yeah. I started as the mail boy like Zack. My father wanted me to earn my position as head of the company. I started when I was 11. That over there, " I point to a four wheeler, "Was my very first vehicle. I road it into a tree because the brakes stopped working. So now its all rusted and dusty. I hope you can fix it."

Michael looks at the four wheeler. He chuckles.

"You got a four wheeler when you were 11? That's cute."

I look at him and smile. "What? How?"

He smiles and looks into my eyes. I feel like I'm melting.

"Forget it. I'm going to need to head to the supply store."

I clap my hands and rub them.

"Take Martin with you. He has my card. "

The elevator dings. We turn around and see Zack. I say,

"And take Zack with you!"

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I sit down on my chair and sigh. I just got done with a meeting. I hate meetings. They are so boring! I tap my pencil on my desk and spin my chair back and forth.

I start humming. I don't have anything to do for the rest of the day. I walk over to my white couch and lay down. I close my eyes to take a nap.

About five minutes later, I jump up. I forgot Michael is here! I go to my mirror and check my hair and suit. Still good. I put a mint in my mouth. I check my watch. 1:32 pm. Lilly gets out at 3. Michael and I should pick her up.

I get in the elevator and press the basement button. Stay cool, Brandon. Don't slip up like earlier.

The doors open. My ears are hit with loud classical music. I walk in and look around. I see Michael working on my four wheeler. He took his jacket off and tied his hair up. His V-Neck white shirt is covered in sweat and he has black grease smudges all over his shirt and arms.

I bite my lip to keep from screaming. He looks to damn good! I accidentally hit a tool box. Tools go flying everywhere on the ground. I lost my footing, but regained it quick. Michael looks up at me. I wish he didn't, because as soon as he did the four wheeler, that was on a small beam, comes falling down, hitting him on his shoulder.

Zack and I run over and pick up the four wheeler. I quickly ask,

"Are you okay?"

He gets up and sits on a stool. He massages his shoulder and says,

"Yeah, that hurt like hell, but I'm fine. I think I pulled a muscle. "

I walk behind him and say,

"Let me."

I begin to massage his shoulder. Michael closes his eyes.

"That feels good."

I smile. Zack looks at me a little weird. I say,

"Zack, go get some ice."

He nods and runs toward the elevator. I continue to massage Michael. I take in every minute of this. I feel his muscle underneath my hands. I bite my bottom lip. This is so damn sexy!

"Is it feeling better? "

He nods. "Keep going. "

My heart starts beating fast. I know he isn't enjoying it the way I am, but damn. He lets out a sigh of pleasure and relief.

Michael's Point Of View:

Brandon's hands are magic! He's really getting the knots out. That four wheeler hurt like hell! I just didn't want to seem like a wuss. His hands on my shoulder are making me feel...different. I just don't know what kind of different.

"Mr. Clifford! I got the ice!"

I don't turn around. Brandon says,

"This is going to be a little cold."

I nod. He places the ice on my shoulder. I flinch up. It's cold as hell!

"That's really cold!"

Brandon giggles. My heart starts to flutter. What the hell is that feeling? I get up quickly and look at him. He looks at me concerned.

"You okay, Michael?"

I nod. I check my watch and say, "Let's go get Lilly."

He nods.