“I’m curious. About what you do, I mean.”
“Really?” Tom blinked.
“Really. I hear Mr. Crosby always singing your praises, all this stuff about you being some kind of restorative artist.”
“You don’t think it’s… weird?”
“Of course, I do.” Cypress laughed quietly. “That’s why I’m so curious.”
Tom was pleasantly surprised. Not many people wanted to hear about his job because it could be pretty gross, and he was really looking forward to being able to share his passion.
He was looking forward to sharing a lot of things with Cypress as a matter of fact.
“So, Saturday at seven?” Tom confirmed, reaching up to run his fingers through Cypress’s short hair. He loved how soft it was, and the warm smile Cypress gave him in return sent his stomach fluttering again.
“Yes.” Cypress kissed him, deep and slow, before finally stepping back. “See you then, Tom. Try not to do anything illegal, okay?”
“Not gonna make any promises I can’t keep.” Tom grinned crookedly. “I mean, but no, like seriously. I won’t.”
“Have a good night.”
“Good night.” Tom stayed pressed against the wall, watching Cypress slip back into the garage. He heard the flower door slam closed as he left, and he flopped down on the floor right on his butt.
He could still taste Cypress’s lips, his come, and his scent was all over him. He could breathe it right in, and wow, did it make him shiver—
The keypad for the back door that led into the parking lot began to beep, and Tom scrambled to get up from the floor. He tried to fix his hair and quickly adjust his clothes.
Crap, did he look like he’d just sucked someone off and came all over his pants? He didn’t have another second to evaluate his appearance, grinning stupidly as Bosco walked in. “Hey, Bosco. Got a first call?”
“Yeah,” Bosco grunted. He was already wearing his suit, his cell phone out and in his hand. “What are you still doing here?”
“Finishing up Mr. Dresser.” Tom shrugged. “I’m getting ready to go home in a minute. I was, uh, you know, thinking.”
Thinking about being called a good boy and how hard I’m gonna jack off to all of this later.
“You okay?” Bosco raised his brows.
“Me? Huh? No, yeah, I mean, I’m totally fine.” Tom wiped his hands off on his pants. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you got smacked by a very angry woman today.”
“Oh, that. Right.” Tom smiled, but it was strained. He’d almost been able to forget about it. “I’m okay. Seriously. It wasn’t about me, you know? She was just…” He gestured helplessly.
“In pain,” Bosco finished.
“Yeah.”
“Our job is pretty fucked up.” Bosco patted the top of Tom’s head. “Go home, rest up.”
“Where’s the first call? You need some help?”
“Hospital morgue. Nothing hinky. Scott is up with me tonight.”
“Okay. Be safe.”
“Always.” Bosco gave a salute and continued up through the hallway to go into the office. He would have to do the paperwork for the removal before leaving, and Tom planned to be long gone by then.
Tom was thankful that Bosco hadn’t shown up a few minutes earlier or else he would have gotten quite an eyeful.
