For being old like he was, the man was sexy as hell, but I think most of that was just because he was so totally unavailable. So far as I'd been able ...o tell, he had no interest in sex. None. Not with me, not with anyone else. Not even little boys, which was the most popular rumor about him. It was weird. He was a hell of an agent though and he knew everything about everything in the fashion business. I'd been lucky to get him and I knew it, but the fact was that I didn't believe in luck. Not. First Lucy. Now Katy. At least Tatyana was still Russian!“Put her through to the ‘Orr’ room in one minute, please.”Penny glared at me as I grabbed my notebook and went to the conference room to take the call.“Hello, Yekatarina Sergeyevna,” I said, exaggerating the pronunciation.“Stepa, when I speak to people who are not Russian, Katy or Katherine are the only good options. Katya or Yekatarina get mangled!”“Trust me; I’ll make sure Lucas is versed in Russian names going forward!”She laughed,. For the rest of the evening, every time I turned around someone was putting a drink in my hand and I was having a hell of a good time. I danced with several of the men and because of my 'tipsy' condition most of them thought they could get away with grabbing a feel or pushing their hard cocks into my leg or belly, but I pretended to ignore it which only made them bolder. Even when I got caught under the Mistletoe and the kisses got a little heated, I didn't care. After all, I would be going. I put the milk back and followed him back to his place. We had 3 or 4 pints and I was feeling good. He asked if I wanted a tour and led me around his place. We went out on his patio and lit up and he fired up the grill. As he pulled the meat off he said, "You like meat, boy?", in the same tone as with the milk. "Hell yeah." I said. He then replied, "Yeah, I could tell the moment I saw you. I'm gonna give you all the milk and meat you can handle then, you can eat. He set the platter on the table.