<span style="font-style: italic">Mmm. Hot damn.</span><br/><br/>His mind dropped and rolled into the gutter as he felt the man looking him over.<br/>Thank<span style="font-style: italic">god</span>for working out, his torso, his arms, hell, his body were all toned and defined.<br/>He tilted his head as he listened to the man, smirking slightly.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">God, could this man be any hotter? Damn. Damn damn damn. DAMN.</span><br/>A man in club outfits he could resist, but a man in a suit?<br/>Oh god.<br/><br/>Something about a business trip...<br/>"Oh, um, right. Um-"<br/>Did he just<span style="font-style: italic">stutter?</span>Him? Matthew Jay Lohr?<br/>Did he just address himself by his full name in his mind?<br/>What was the world coming to?<br/>Oh right. Sexy man in front of him, nom.<br/><br/>He put the sexy smirk from earlier back on his lips and said, "Come on in. I don't really have any idea what's going on during this business trip. So...care to inform me?"<br/><br/>He sat down in one of his lounge chairs, and gestured for Victor to take a seat if he so chose.<br/>"I never caught your name." Mathias said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table between the two chairs, eyes watching Victor.<br/><br/>It was taking all of his self-control to not attack the man and ravish his body. God, he wanted to ride him like a dirty, skanky pony-<br/>STOP.<br/><br/>He shook his head slightly and met Victor's gaze again, eyes innocently inquiring, not giving away his lust for the man.