“She seemed nice. I’m not sure she liked me much. She was really pretty. Kind of tiny. Good fashion sense. She definitely was surprised to see me there, so I’m guessing he didn’t tell her about me…I mean, me being a client. She thought I was his boyfriend.”
“Oh?” Charlie asked. It was one of thoseohsthat smacked of fake disinterest.
It made Day laugh. “Yeah, oh.”
“In her defense, Elite does have a bit of a history of bodyguards marrying their clients.”
This time, Day was the one who stopped the petting. “They do?”
“Yeah,” Charlie confirmed. “Wyatt down there started the trend by marrying Linc.”
“Guilty,” Wyatt said, sounding dreamy. “I’m most definitely not sorry.”
Charlie laughed. “Then Elijah Dunne married his bodyguard, Shep, and moved out of LA. Though I can’t imagine why anybody would want to live anywhere but here to be honest.”
“I guess I sort of remember hearing about that. Then his ex-boyfriend ended up in the headlines because he was all heartbroken or something?” Day asked.
“Yeah, until he met Calder, who wanted to do a lot more than guard his body. They now live in the middle of nowhere with a mess of foster kids and rescue animals. Robby became a preacher. Nobody saw that coming. They’re happy, though.”
“Weird,” Day managed, trying not to let jealousy coat his tongue.
Wyatt shifted, shrugging. “Not when you grew up in a cult.”
“What?” Day managed.
“Nothing. So, anyway. What do you think of Jackson, really? You said you thought he was hot when we talked the other day. Still think so?”
Day froze. Was this some kind of set-up? “I’m not blind. He’s gorgeous. But we’re never going to happen.” When neither of them responded, he looked up at Charlie then down at Wyatt. “What? I’m serious. There’s nothing there.”
“Tell him, Wyatt,” Charlie ordered softly.
“Okay, like, don’t freak out, but when we met the other day, I sort of signed up for your OnlyFans.”
Day’s pulse pounded in his ears, his mouth a desert. “Yeah?”
“That’s totally Jackson in that video. How did you convince him to crawl into bed with you the first night?” Wyatt asked, sounding impressed.
Day had no idea what to say. Should he lie? Tell them it was none of their business? It wasn’t but still. “I don’t know. We were just super flirty from the jump. I made the offer, he accepted. No big deal.”
“Are you kidding? Jackson is the most private person ever. Like, he hardly ever talks about himself. Linc didn’t even think he liked guys, which I thought was strange because I was totally convinced they’d hooked up when they were in the military,” Wyatt said.
“Maybe you were just hoping they had. I’m sure you wouldn’t have had a problem being the meat in that particular sandwich,” Charlie snarked.
Wyatt scoffed. “Like you would? You tried to get in Jackson’s pants, too.”
“You did?” Day asked, hating how indignant he sounded.
Charlie rolled her eyes. “Relax, Daydream. He didn’t even accept my friend request on Facebook. He’s all yours.”
“He’s really not,” Day swore, the words sounding hollow to his own ears. “I don’t do relationships. Neither does Jackson. It’s just temporary. Casual. No feelings. Just sex.”
“Okay, Day. Okay,” Charlie soothed. “Whatever you say.”
“Are you going to at least let him punch your v-card?” Wyatt asked, looking at Day expectantly.
Of course, he’d seen that on his OnlyFans. Day sighed internally. He missed this. Friends. He missed Sarah. He missed having somebody to talk to, someone he could tell everything to.
“If he wants to bid on it like everybody else,” he lied.
