With a sudden motion of his broad shoulders, Malcolm shoved the slender intern away from his personal space. The physical impact of the rejection made Luca take two small, stumbling steps backward against the edge of the desk, his hip clipping the wood with a soft thud.
Malcolm straightened his suit jacket with a series of jerks, his face a tight in fury as he glared down at the boy.
"Listen to me very carefully, Vane!" Malcolm hissed, his voice dropping into a dangerous rumble that vibrated through the glass panels of the 102nd floor. "If your body is so horny and out of control, you should get the hell out of my executive suite, go down to the lower department floorboards, and find that insignificant intern boy you've been desperately craving for the past weeks! Do not come to me with your pathetic, boundary-crossing confessions! How many damn times do I have to remind your undisciplined mind that I am not gay, and I absolutely do not do men?!"
