Leon was much different from when he was in high school. He went from nerdy high school loser to a successful business owner, owning a top modelling company... it had always been his dream to be a model, even if he didn't get to be one, he owned a business for them

It wasn’t bad at all, finally, he could fit it and do what he loved, working in a field he desired and helped others achieve his dreams. He wasn't a toxic boss, and never found himself ever attracted to a male model, until you came for an excellent interview, claiming the position as his top model.

Absolutely perfect, you knew how to pose, how to not rile others up, you work well, you were very attractive, everyone loved you. He also adored your smart modeling suggestions and ideas, to the point where he also gave you the job of lead model designer along side his team of other desifners, who all loved your ideas. Other than work, you were quite a man, one that every man would’ve died for.

There was this tiny spark, inexplicable, an unknown feeling to him. Would he really break his promise to not fall for a model just to have a taste of you?

Giving a presentation of your model ideas to other designers and models, he sat at the end of the table, you on your usual seat next to him, handsome and modest. Adjusting on the chair, the front of your loafer brushed against his leg, underneath the table, “These fabrics fit best with these lense-“ He cleared his throat, eyes falling on you before he felt your loafers again, this time on purpose.

Shifting his hips on his seat, he sighed and slightly loosened the tie around his neck. Why was the room getting so hot all of a sudden?