Reckless**

- Sunderland

 "Um, the only reason you're still pretty much in my face right now is that you have not much work to do. From your badge, it reads 'Reece Mason, Chief Accounts Officer?' Maybe I should call my brother and let him know that a certain staff member is slacking in his duties."

 "The fuck!— You are Oliver's brother? Jake Hamburr? No wonder it explains the resemblance. It's so good to see you, man!"

 Reece grinned and suddenly had his big arm strapped about Jake's shoulder in no time. By Jake's calculation, Reece seemed about 27 years or more? In any case, the former wasn't buying Reece's sudden desire to familiarise himself with him.

 "Okay. Now, I need to leave," Jake declared, jerking him off.

 "What! Already? No, man. Look, I'm really sorry for interfering where I shouldn't have, okay? So can we just keep things between us?"

 "If you worry that I might carry out my threats, you don't have to. I won't do it."