You got it boss. Nothing for your guest?
In the excitement of finally being inspired to write again, I’d forgotten all about Christopher still in my bed. I peek around the door to see him still scrunched up under the duvet, sound asleep.
I don’t dare wake him, but I don’t know his coffee order. Or, come to think of it, what he does for a living or what his schedule is like. I quickly try and rack my brain to recall what he was drinking when I saw him in the atrium downstairs. Then I remember it was a Bloody Mary, and I’m sure they don’t serve those here in London at Brewed.
Can you grab him the same please?
Rob thumbs-up the message and I automatically start to slide the phone into my pocket before I realize I’m stark naked.
Boy, do I need that coffee. I shake my head at my reflection in the mirror, and wipe sleep from the corners of my eyes.
I head back to the bed, the cool air from the air conditioning unit making the hairs on my body stand up on end. I place the phone on the bedside table and slide in under the covers, reaching out to drape my left arm across Christopher, who is still lying in the fetal position.
I could breathe him in all day. The lime blossom and orange scent from his hair reminds me of a late summer afternoon, lying in the park, staring up at the sky and watching the clouds go by.
Christopher wiggles slightly, reaching for my hand, and pulls it more tightly across him. I adjust my right hip to snuggle inmore tightly and raise both of my legs to come up under his. This time my dick presses up against his ass.
I’ve learned to appreciate slowness when I have a chaotic day ahead. My mornings are sacred, especially before coffee. But this is an addition to my routine that I could get used to.
Just as I allow myself to get lost in the thought, I hear the main door close.
Must be Rob with the coffee. That was quick.
Christopher mumbles something inaudible and I kiss the back of his head, remove my arm, and get up. I try to locate my boxers, but quickly give up. Rob’s seen me naked a million times by now, and it’s not like I’ve got anything to be ashamed of.
“Thanks, you are a miracle worker,” I say.
Rob removes his order—hot and black just like me—as he passes over the cup holder with my usual—cold, dark, and often unavailable—times two.
“No problem, boss.” There’s a weariness in his eyes. The heavy-set bags under each one are a clear sign of sleep deprivation.
“You been up all night?” I ask, removing one of the drinks and taking a sip.
“We’ve been taking it in turns.” He nods toward the door.
I’m assuming he means that there’s another security guy standing guard on the other side.
“Oh, right. Well, I best let you rest a bit before we have to leave.”
“No gym this morning?” He arches his eyebrows.
“I’ve got my own workout back in there.” I wink at him and Rob shakes his head as he turns back to the door and lets himself out.
I reenter the bedroom. Christopher has turned over in the bed and pushed himself up slightly against the headboard. Myname is emblazoned across his chest on the T-shirt, peering out from under the covers.
“Do you always greet people naked?” he asks. He rubs his eyes as if they’re deceiving him.
“Only for special deliveries,” I say, waving the coffee at him. I set the cupholder down on the bedside table, and switch on the lamp so I can pull out his drink. Christopher instantly reaches for his eyes.
“You could give me a heads-up before you turn the light on,” he says. He slowly lowers his hands, his face still all scrunched up underneath.
Clearly, Christopher isn’t a morning person either.
“I didn’t have you down as a vampire,” I say, a smirk rising across my face. I hand the iced coffee over to him.
“I prefer to get my morning vitamin D in other ways.” He nods at my penis as he takes the cup. “What’s this?” He hesitates, then brings the drink to his mouth and takes a sip. “Jesus.” His face screws up. “This shit could resuscitate the dead.”
“I guess you’re not a coffee drinker?” I lift the duvet to slide in next to him.
