Lachlan had been slowly building up a head of steam and laughing throughout his little speech and my response, but now he was hysterically belly laughing and snorting. I even heard a bang and imagined he might have fallen off his chair. “Awe, Connor, you’re too much, man. I can just imagine you out on your balcony dressed up like Juliet calling for your Romeo.” He went on in a disgustingly bad female impersonation, “Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo.” Lachlan made a loud banging noise like he was hitting a tabletop, “Oh, oh, I know, you stood out there and sangTwinkle, Twinkle Little Star.” This time he sang in a completely camp way with lots of swish and sass, “Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder where you are. I’ll tongue around his hole so pink, if you please send me my very own twink!” He roared with laughter at his joke yet again, and I had to laugh with him. If he was way too close to the truth that was my business.
“All right, Lach, that’s enough. I need coffee and a shower before my meeting, and it sounds like you need to go check yourself before you piss all over Mom’s Persian rug. Tell Isobel to call me sometime, and I’ll talk to you later, bye.” With that, I hung up on his hysterical ass.
After a long shower, I put on my best dark wash jeans and plaid button down shirt. This was as dressed up as I ever got, my business casual. Over a quick breakfast of some fruit and oatmeal, I took a minute to look up the firm we would be working with on my project. The pictures on their site of projects they had completed were impressive. They had an attention to historical detail that would be needed to make my dream a reality. They seemed to breathe new life into the buildings and interiors.
If only I could find someone to renovate my life so easily.
I shook that thought off and decided to make my way downstairs for my meeting a little early. I followed the grand staircase down from my loft on the top floor, once again admiring the architectural detail that had remained untouched for over a hundred years. This place was going to be gorgeous when it was finished. When I finally made my way into the back rooms that would eventually be the kitchen, I heard a rustling sound coming from one of the storage rooms. Peering in through the cracked door, I saw a short kid poking around my workbench, moving things around like he was looking for something.
Well, it looks like someone decided to try to rob the wrong place this morning.
When the kid took a step to the side, he lifted his head, and I finally saw the side of his face in the mirror leaning on the wall behind him. I paused for a moment, just taking in his appearance. He looked to be about eighteen or nineteen and was beautiful. He was the perfect height and would just come up to my shoulders. His skin was smooth and pale, but it was his hair that made me weak in the knees. He had the most glorious head of red hair, so thick and wavy. I imagined I could get a good grip on that hair and pull those luscious pink lips up into a long wet kiss. Turning back around just then with his back to the door, he leaned over to pick something up from the floor, and I had to stifle a groan at the display of his tight khaki pants as they lovingly hugged the most glorious bubble butt I had ever seen. My semi had quickly turned to full-blown interest now.
Fuck, I needed to get this kid out of here so I could get myself under control before the architect got here. I had a half hour until the meeting time. Plenty of time to get the kid out and calm the fuck down. I didn’t need to mess with some college age kid, and I sure as hell didn’t need to meet a new business associate sporting the mother of all hard-ons. I mentally cracked my knuckles and decided I was going to scare this kid straight. An evil glint lit my eyes as I made my face as stern as possible and slammed the door wide open. Time to have some fun.
