“Define good.”
“More than fifty dollars?”
I pull off my coat. “You know I don’t pay attention to things like that.”
He rolls his eyes good-naturedly and steps aside to let me in. Deacon is in the kitchen, off to the left. He’s facing the living room where Evan and I are while he expertly juliennes a carrot. He, too, looks flushed and color saturated like he’s been recently making out with someone.
“Hello,” Deacon says.
“Hey. Anything I can help with?”
“You can keep him distracted so he stops distracting me.”
I look to Evan again. “Are you bored?”
“He won’t let me help, either. I might be slower, but Icanchop things.”
Deacon responds with, “There’s a right way and a wrong way to chop. And you talk too much.” He gives Evan a heated glare then looks back down at the rapidly moving knife.
“I’m happy to listen to you,” I say, my dick already half-hard from the sight of them and the thick haze of pheromones in the air.
Evan takes my coat and hangs it up, then puts the bottle of wine on the kitchen island. “Will it distract you if I talk to Isaac on the couch, Deacon?”
“Yes,” he says.
“You scared to be alone with me?” I ask my assistant.
My question is met with the shiest look I’ve ever seen on Evan. “I have no idea what I’m doing. I thought you’d be fashionably late.”
“Why don’t you give me the tour.?
“Sure,” he says, then nods. “Okay. Well, this is our living room gym.” He gestures to my right at the intimate seating arrangement barricading a small home gym.
A flat screen TV is situated above the mantle of what used to be a fireplace. Where the logs would go, there are a dozen candles of all sizes and a dog toy in the shape of a dinosaur. Two bay windows and soft gray paint give the space a classic look.
I follow Evan as he walks through the six foot space between the kitchen island and the back of the couch toward a short hallway. He gestures to his right. “My room.” Then to his left. “Deacon’s room.”
“You both have bathrooms?” I ask since there isn’t one in the hall.
“We do. It’s no penthouse, but I like it. I got the room with the bay window.”
“What does Deacon have in his?”
“He has two regular windows, a courtyard view, and a bigger shower. It’s quieter back there, too.”
“May I see your bay window?”
He laughs, sharp and sudden. “Sure.”
His dog is taking up half his bed beneath the window. He raises his head when we come in.
Evan snaps his fingers. “Apollo, get down.”
The Great Dane looks at Evan likewho? Me?
“This dog, I swear, has never had a single fuck to give.”
“He’s gorgeous, though.”
