Car entered the Velvet Glove and nodded to Julius at the security desk. He was a little disappointed to see the boy on duty -- he'd had more than one enjoyable session with the muscled sub. He got over his disappointed quickly; Mal would set him up with someone who could take everything he had to give, no doubt. Mal was good that way.
He bypassed the large dining room, heading straight for the lifts. He was ready to play, to work out the tensions riding in his shoulders and satisfy his needs.
The multi-colored Kestrel was fluttering between several guests and Car grinned and waved before escaping into the lift without an up close and personal flutter from the man. He hit the button for the second floor and watched the door slide closed. He glanced at his timepiece, nodding. He was right on time; Mal was sure to have someone ready for him.
The lift doors opened and he made his way to Mal's office, rapping sharply on it.
"Enter." Businesslike, tough, and possibly one of the most beautiful men he'd ever seen, Mal never allowed any bullshit.
Car went in, enjoying the cool, clean lines of the man's office. "Good afternoon," he offered, along with a smile.
"Good afternoon, Car. Sit." Mal tapped on his commpad for a moment, then looked up. "I have a question for you."
He raised an eyebrow and went ahead and sat. "Ask away."
"I have encountered a bit of a conflict and I believe you are the man to resolve it." The commpad was pushed over, the image of a broad-shouldered, tall, lean man offered to him. Impeccable, the man radiated strength, calm assurance. The blue eyes were like lasers, the dark brown hair perfectly styled. "Issak Van Heus."
"Very handsome. He your conflict?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes." Mal leaned back, crossed his legs. "He comes in once a cycle for three days. He requires total attention, total control, and I simply do not have three full days to devote to him. It's a shame, because he's a joy, but he deserves someone able to commit to the time."
"Total control?" That sounded right up his alley. "The same three days every cycle?" He sat forward as he spoke, taking a closer look at the man pictured on the commpad.
"The same three days, yes. He controls Skyways, Inc. By all accounts he is a happy, busy man with a good life, thousands of employees, a viciously sharp mind, and a rather controlling reputation." Mal smiled, the look fond. "He is also one of the most eager, needy sluts I've ever had the pleasure to work with."
"Eager and needy are good words for a sub. What does he like?" Car could feel the buzz of interest in the base of his skull, in the small of his back.