“Asked by who? ‘Cause there is no way Linc dangled this sweet little morsel in front of you and asked you to take him home…to his apartment…where he lives all alone.”
“Don’t listen to her, angel face. I’ll be a perfect gentleman…if that’s what you want.”
Charlie rolled her eyes. “Robby, I’ll take you—”
“No, it’s fine. He can take me, er, us. He can take us,” Robby stammered, dropping the dog’s things back into the bag and pulling it onto his shoulder. “I just really need to get home and take a shower.”
“I can help with that.” Calder grinned. When the boy’s eyes went wide, Calder said, “Getting you home, that is.”
“Gross,” Charlie muttered before sliding off the conference room table. “Don’t fall for his stupid lines, Robby, the only shower you’ll need is one of those Silkwood decontamination showers. That dude’s dick has given more rides than Uber.”
Calder clicked his tongue. “Oh, don’t be like that. I heard youloveUber.”
Charlie flicked him off. “I will not be shamed. That dude was hot and definitely not a virgin, unlike this pristine, untouched boy.”
The boy in question made a face at both of them. “Uh, this is getting weird. Can he just take me home now?”
Calder put an arm around Robby’s shoulder, guiding him from the conference room. “Of course, I can.”
When he looked behind him, Charlie wasn’t looking at them but at Wyatt who was no longer making out with his husband but watching them with a look that Calder could only describe as conniving. What the hell were those two up too? It was probably better not to know.
Robby tried to calm his nerves the entire ride home, but it was impossible with the man who starred in all of his most recent jerk-off fantasies sitting not two feet away from him in the front seat of his fancy pickup truck. He felt like he should say something, but he just couldn’t seem to find his tongue. By agreeing to allow Calder to take him home, to escort him up to his apartment, it was like he had agreed to something more, and now Robby’s heart was a snare drum, pounding an offbeat rhythm in his ears.
For all of Charlie’s talk, she was right about Robby. He was a virgin. In every sense of the word. Other than three fake kisses he’d shared on camera and the chaste pecks he’d exchanged with Elijah for show, the only real kisses he’d ever had were with a girl he was too drunk to even remember. He was starting to think there was something really wrong with him. He was twenty-one years old and people treated him like he had an invisible forcefield nobody wanted to penetrate, and Robby really wanted somebody to penetrate him. He glanced over at the man behind the wheel singing softly and tapping out a rhythm on the steering wheel, completely unaware of Robby’s panic. He didn’t want just somebody. He wanted Calder.
Calder was perfect. He was a self-proclaimed manwhore, so maybe Robby shouldn’t be surprised the man made no effort to hide that he was willing and able to tend to Robby’s immediate needs. Maybe Calder just never said no to anybody. Maybe he was literally working through a list of everybody in LA and this was just his day to scratch Robby off his to-do list. The thought made his chest feel tight, so he pushed it away. Robby had wanted Calder since the day he’d spotted him in that conference room, watching Robby like he was the only person there. It had made him feel vulnerable, like somebody had ripped off his invisibility cloak and left him standing naked in a room full of strangers. But it had also warmed his insides. Somebody had finally noticed him.
Robby sneaked another glance at the man beside him. Calder was beautiful in a roughneck kind of way, like the boys Robby would see in town growing up back home in Kentucky. His chestnut hair was looped onto his head in a messy top knot that should have looked ridiculous but on him just managed to highlight how little he gave a shit about rules. He wore a sleeveless Metallica shirt covered in holes and paint splotches, and his well muscled arms were covered in gorgeous swirls of colorful ink, all tribal in nature. His beard managed to accent his perfect jawline instead of hiding it, and he had chocolate brown eyes that looked almost black in the shadows of the truck cab.
“You seem to be thinking some awfully deep thoughts over there. You alright?”
No. That drawl of Calder’s did things to Robby. That slow, easy way he talked, like he liked to taste the words before he released them into the universe. Robby wanted to know what those words sounded like whispered in his ear or growled against his skin. He shivered, shifting uncomfortably, his cock semi-hard at the thought.
“You cold, angel face?”
“Why do you call me that?” Robby blurted.
Calder chuckled. “You’re joking.”
Robby shook his head, swallowing hard. “Why would I joke about that?”
“I call you angel face because you have the sweetest face I’ve ever seen.”
“Like a baby?” Robby muttered, his heart sinking.
Calder risked a glance at him. “Don’t pout, sweetness. I’ve spent more than one night thinking about dirtying up that angelic face.”
Once more a nervous thrill shot through him. He wasn’t entirely sure what that meant but it sounded promising. “You’re coming upstairs with me, right?” Robby asked as they crept to a halt at the valet.
This time, Calder looked him in the eye, his gaze weighted with promise. “Is that what you want?”
Robby nodded, trying to find his voice. “Yeah,” he finally managed. “That’s what I want.”
Calder grinned. “Well, alright.”
Calder hopped from the truck, tossing the valet his keys before coming around and opening Robby’s door, taking the bag, and leaving Robby to carry Cas. The ride up to the tenth floor seemed to take forever, especially with six other people on the elevator, giving Robby’s ridiculous outfit a curious stare, and Calder standing close enough for his thumb to trace over the back of Robby’s hand, making his stomach do cartwheels.
By the time the doors opened, Robby was rock hard and Calder had barely touched him. He was pathetic. His hand shook as he fumbled with his keys until Calder took them from him and opened the door. Robby immediately put the dog down and turned, running straight into a wall of muscle.
