“Hmm, am I a good kisser? I haven’t kissed many people.”
He brushed my lips with his thumb. “You’re a wonderful kisser.”
“Good, then kiss me some more.”
He did, but only for a magical minute. When he stopped and stood up, I knew it was for the best, but I still ached for more.
“Sleep tight, Jonah. Try to clear your head.”
I would need to clear my erection first. “I’ll do my best. Good night.”
He turned off the light and left me floating in the sky.
*
I awoke to the sweet scent of pancakes. With memories of last night rushing through my head, I never jumped out of bed so fast in my life. I hurried to brush my teeth in the bathroom, then hopped into the shower, taking advantage of the expensive shampoos.
Once done and dry, I returned to yesterday’s clothes. Before leaving the room, I told myself to play it cool and tread carefully on this uncharted territory.
When I entered the kitchen, Eliot stood with his back to me, facing the stove. He wore a blue polo shirt and jeans that complemented his ass—not that it took much effort. I had dozens of witty greeting lines circling in my head, but I couldn’t decide which one to pick.
“As fascinating as my back surely is, you should still wish me good morning.”
I cleared my throat. “Sorry. Good morning.”
He turned around with a wooden spoon. “How did you sleep?”
“Great. You?”
“Like a baby. Sit.”
I did, and he placed a stack of pancakes on my plate, then poured me some orange juice. “Dig in.”
“Thanks. Is Thomas still coming?”
“Who?”
“Sorry, The Director.”
“Yes, he’ll be here soon.”
I sliced through the creamy pancakes. “Should I find something else to wear? I usually dress nicer for auditions.”
“Your personality will land you this role, not your shirt.”
“Okay.” I ate while Eliot leaned over the tall table, browsing the morning paper. “Anything interesting?” I asked.
“Bill Clinton has announced his staff members. Seems like fine people all around.” His features darkened. “How unfortunate.”
“What’s wrong?”
“AIDS is on the rise in LA again.” He met my eyes. “I hope you’re always using protection.”
“What? I…”
“Please don’t tell me you’re risking your life for—”
“I’m not having unprotected sex!” I was having the safest sex of all—none.
