What the fuck are you doing, William scolded his dick. He wasn’t a creep. It had just been far too long since he’d gotten laid. He’d have to remedy that as soon as possible...
... which would be a challenge with Adathan living with him.
Fuck.
“Do you want to—”
“Watch TV?” William said as he sprang to his feet. He didn’t wait for Adathan’s answer before heading toward the sofa and taking a seat. He’d put on a documentary, and then they’d have loads of topics to talk about that weren’t sex-related. Like the fact that corals were in fact animals, and, and...
Fuck.Where was the remote?
William stared at Adathan as he walked straight to the bed and climbed on it. Hadn’t William made it clear he wasn’t interested in having sex? Would he have to spell it out for Adathan to understand?
William’s fingers dug into his knees as he watched Adathan crawl toward the center of the king-size mattress. He had to stop him—now—before Adathan started undressing.
Wait, no. Don’t be stupid. He probably just wants to watch TV in bed.
But wouldn’t he need permission for that?
Maybe not right now—he was in “person” mode.
Oh.
William suppressed a nervous laugh as Adathan held up the remote. He could be such an idiot, seriously. For all he knew, Adathan had no intention of suggesting they have sex in the firstplace. He wouldn’t like to be in Adathan’s shoes right now; his reactions must be so confusing.
Adathan gave him a smile as he walked to the living room area, and William offered what he hoped was a convincing one in return.
William accepted the remote and willed his heart to calm the fuck down as Adathan headed back to the dining table. Adathan returned with their mugs and sat down next to him, once again close enough for his enticing scent to reach William’s nose. The concept of personal space was another thing Oliver would have to educate Adathan about.
William turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, quickly finding what he was looking for.
Adathan gasped, cradling his mug in his bandaged hands. “I love tigers! They’re so majestic and powerful.”
“Yeah,” William said, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. His gaze locked onto Adathan’s neck again, his cheeks warming as he imagined what it would feel like to softly drag his lips across his skin. William swallowed, his eyes trailing down Adathan’s clavicle to the plane of his chest.
He tore his gaze away, brow furrowing slightly. Were the first two buttons of Adathan’s shirt undone before? Had William just failed to notice, or did Adathan unbutton them while he wasn’t looking?
William mentally shook himself. He was being paranoid. He had no doubt that Adathan would readily offer himself if William asked, but that didn’t mean Adathan was straight-up trying to seduce him against his will.
William glanced at the manual he’d left on the bed. If there was an entire chapter about the Serviteurs’ reproductive organs, surely there had to be documentation about their sexuality in general. William wouldn’t be surprised to find out that they were encouraged to tempt their masters, but he didn’t want to assumeanything without proof. He couldn’t trust his judgment right now. His mental exhaustion and the alcohol were messing with his head.
But there was no way for him to read about that specific topic without Adathan noticing. It would give him the wrong idea, like William was browsing a menu to pick whichever sex act he wanted him to perform first.
William couldn’t text Oliver either. His guilt would be written all over his face as he asked him about fuckingsex slavery.
Shit.
Adathan leaned forward to set his mug on the coffee table, his open shirt giving William a clear view of his toned, hairless chest. Those two buttons most definitely hadn’t been undone before—William would have noticed.
Could the company’s assessment hold a speck of truth? Was Adathan manipulative?
Calm down.
He was blowing this way out of proportion. Why would Adathan even want to manipulate him into having sex?
Nothing made sense, and it was driving William nuts. He couldn’t deny that there appeared to be some kind of sexual tension in the air, but what if he was just imagining it?
That was probably it. Everything would be fine as long as William stayed calm. Adathan was entirely focused on the TV now, watching tiger cubs chase each other around their exhausted mother. William just needed to do the same: sit back and relax while the TV fed him wondrous images of their mesmerizing world.
