Kinnetik – Monday Morning
The door to Brian's office opened as his assistant peeked her head in the door. "Brian," Cynthia said. "The head of Prescott Sportswear is here for your 10:00 appointment." Winking at him, she added, "And it looks like you're in for a treat." Smiling she headed back out the door before Brian could ask what she meant.
Brian's question was soon answered, however, when Cynthia returned shortly. She knocked quickly and held the door open as a tall, elegant black-haired man with dark green eyes entered the office of Kinnetik's CEO. The man wore a charcoal gray tailored suit that hugged each angle of his well-toned body, and he appeared to be a few years younger than Brian. Brian's gaydar went off immediately as the man reached out a manicured hand to shake his.
"Mr. Kinney? Lane Prescott." The man peered intently at Brian. "It's a pleasure to meet you. The guys at Brown Athletics have spoken very highly of you. They say you're on the cutting edge of advertising and not afraid to take chances."
"Call me Brian. And they're right – playing it safe never gets you very far in this business, Mr. Prescott," he replied with a confident smile.
"Good, I'm glad to hear it. And call me Lane. I didn't get where I'm at in the fashion business by following the status quo. In retail fashion, being conservative and successful seldom go hand-in-hand."
Gesturing to the younger man to take a seat, Brian took advantage of the moment to quickly survey his potential client. A very attractive package, he thought, admiring the angular jaw and thick black hair. Thoughts of what he might enjoy doing to unwrap this "package" managed to invade his mind, before he quickly replaced them with his business façade.
Crossing his arms together, Brian inquired, "So what exactly are you looking for in this ad campaign?"
Lane explained, "My sportswear line is known for being high quality and trendy. It's well-accepted in demographic areas that cater to college students, as well as with the "yuppies." But I have not been able to break into the gay market very successfully, even though my internal company research indicates the clothing would be appealing to this group. That's where you come in. I've been told you're very proficient in promoting products in the gay community."
"Proficiency is my middle name," Brian smirked. "I'm sure I can come up with the right kind of campaign for your line." Leaning toward the dark-haired man, Brian poured on the seductive charm. "I may, however, have to familiarize myself more closely with your goods."
Brian's hopes of doing just that, however, were quickly dashed, as Lane rose from his chair in dismissal. "I'm sorry, Brian. As attractive as I find you, I make it a policy to never mix business with pleasure." Smiling to soften his message somewhat, he continued. "I'll send you some samples of my clothing line by courier tomorrow morning. When can I expect to hear from you?"
Somewhat disappointed, Brian nevertheless remained the consummate professional. "I'll get back to you no later than the end of the week," he promised. Standing up and reaching out once again to shake Prescott's hand, he concluded their meeting. "It's been a pleasure meeting you. You won't be sorry."
"I'm sure I won't. I'll be looking forward to what you come up with." Winking, he walked toward the door.
Brian felt like he just let the big fish get away. Some fucking policy, he lamented. What a shame to let such a perfectly good body go to waste. Your loss, Prescott, he smirked.