Chapter 5

As Jameson followed his teammates out of the small room and toward the elevators, he once again let his mind wander to the adorable older man who had commanded their attention that morning after the director addressed them. Avery Wagner had to be at least half a foot shorter than Jameson’s six feet, but he was well built in that compact, gym-muscle kind of way and impeccably dressed. Jameson had a thing for men in dress slacks and button downs, and Avery wore it very well. The dark blue of his shirt set off his light eyes and dark hair.

But it wasn’t just the way he looked that caught Jameson’s attention. Avery Wagner knew how to command a room. His tone was sure and just this side of haughty. It made Jameson want to see what it would take to ruffle the man’s feathers.

“How serious were you?”