I can’t help but think what it’d feel like wrapped around my cock.
Goddammit, Chris.
Yep, now Itotallyget what he meant.
Worse?
I recognize this feeling, because I’ve only felt it once before in my life.
Please be straight, kid. Pleeeease be straight.“Nice to finally meet you, too, Jordan. Mr. Markos and Mr. Bruunt spoke very highly of you. Sorry I was delayed.”
“Th-that’s okay.”
I release his hand after one brief, final squeeze and wonder if we have time for me to take him back to my apartment and fuck him into the mattress.
Stop it, Leo. Bad Leo. Baaaaad man.“Listen, have you had lunch yet?” I fall into step beside him as we head downstairs.
He shakes his head and looks adorably terrified. I don’t know if it’s because of me or the White House.
It’s probably narcissistic to think it might be because of me. Anyone who’s never been to the White House before usually has some variety of this reaction on their first visit. Considering Chuck just gave him a behind-the-scenes tour, that’s most likely the reason.
But a bitch can dream, right?
Chris, you motherfucker.He pegged my type right. Vulnerable and sweet, glasses, looking neat and put-together. If this cutie is smart as well as talented, I’m a goner.
“How about you let me buy you lunch, and we can talk for a while? I used to work The Shift and know this building inside and out. I’m sure I can answer many questions for you.”
“The what?”
“Protective detail.”
“Wow, okay. That’d be awesome, thanks.”
I smile. “Great.” There’s something deep inside me resisting this, trying to shove the memory of Elliot’s face at me and reminding me I love the guy and want to spend the rest of my life with him.
Then, there’s the sadist. He’s already sussed out this kid isn’t wearing a ring and is trying to decide if Jordan’s gay or not.
The sadist is also reminding me how many times Elliot’s told me to date other people.
Once we’re outside, I decide to play hotshot and call a friend of mine over at Le Diplomate to see if I can snag us a table.
I can.
Oh, did I mention I do it in French?
The sadist is purring as I watch Jordan’s eyes widen again.
This is going to besooomuch fun.
Over the next few minutes as Jordan and I talk, I become more certain Jordan’s gay, although I haven’t outright asked him yet. He hasn’t mentioned anyone I’d consider a significant other, but he has talked about his grandmother several times so far, and I’ve just met him.
Once we arrive at the restaurant and are shown to our table, I order for us—in French,évidemment—and I gothere, because this kid’s fucking eyes arekillingme, man.
I lean close. “You’re in for the experience of a lifetime over these next few months. Hope you’re ready for it.”
“I don’t really have a choice but to be ready.” It looks like his hand’s trembling as he takes a sip of water.
“Good attitude to have. And we can get you tickets to the balls for your girlfriend, too.”
