“Hey, your best friend probably has a CPU, but you don’t see me judging.”
Cole stared at him for a long moment before something like resignation crossed his face. “That’s the side I prefer sitting on.”
“Hmm. It does feel nicely broken in, thanks for that.” Will grinned when Cole scowled at him, then got his knees up and crawled to the other side of the couch. “There. Don’t say I never did anything nice for you, honeybee.”
“Nice would be you deciding to leave tracking down the Puffin to me,” Cole muttered as he sat down, phone in hand.
Will chose to ignore the obvious jab and leaned forward. “Who’s gonna take care of your cat while we’re gone?”
Cole shot the beast in question a sad look, then went back to his phone. “Just made arrangements. A friend will pick her up later.”
“Oh.”
Cole continued messing with his phone.
Will shifted. “So, is this the part where you figure out how to seduce Campeau?”
“I already told you, it’s not that hard.”
“Sure, but there’s such a thing as competition. You’re not the only catfish out there looking to hook a rich sugar daddy for a night.”
Will had the distinct pleasure of seeing Cole’s face contort with disgust as he said, “Perhaps, but I’ve hooked him twice now. I know what I’m doing.”
“Mm.” Will leaned against the armrest of the couch, then decided to just go with it and hoisted his legs up. Stretched out, he was just long enough to be able to poke the side of Cole’s thigh with his toes.
Cole looked at him like he’d just committed a murder. “Get your feet off the couch.”
“It’s a couch,” Will said. “Couches are for lounging.”
“It’s a thirty-thousand dollar custom sofa from the House of Finn. It’s not foryouto lounge on.”
“Who else is gonna do it then?” Will challenged. “Your parents might come to visit, but they’re not the lounging types, and you’d have to remove the cord plugged into your ass to lounge, so not you. You don’t invite people over casually, you don’t throw parties, you don’t?—”
“You don’t know me.”
“I know enough,” Will insisted. “I know you’re smart as hell and pretty as the day is long, but you’re also an untrusting son of a bitch who would never invite a hookup into your home. You probably keep another apartment just for booty calls, don’t you?” The silence was damning. “Did you ever invite Marcus here?”
Cole was quiet for a moment, then sighed. “No.”
No.And yet here Will was, sitting on Cole’s fancy-ass couch in his private domain, irritating him into acting like a real boy. It was almost like having fun. He poked Cole in the thigh again. “Could put my feet in your lap instead, then they’d be off the couch.”
“I don’t want your filthy feet in my lap, either.”
“Hey, I’m clean as a whistle,” Will insisted. “I had to clean up after cutting that catalytic converter free, so I stopped by the YMCA to shower and change. You didn’t notice I was in new clothes?”
Cole glanced at him. “I thought you were pretending to be a bum, actually.”
Wow, this bitch. It would be hurtful if Will didn’t find it so weirdly hilarious. “Well, I have to keep your doorman guessing. First a pizza delivery guy, now a bum. Who will you bring home next? A taxi driver? A garbageman?” He poked Cole again, enjoying himself now, and then?—
Warm hands closed around his ankles, and Will prepared for his legs to be forcibly thrown off the couch. A second later, though, he was staring, stunned and slightly turned on, as Colesettled Will’s feet in his lap and went back to whatever he was doing on his phone with barely a pause.
His feet. Bare feet. In Cole Dalton’s lap. Will was so surprised he didn’t even want to try his luck by wiggling; he just took the win for what it was. He moved down just enough so that his neck was supported a little better by the arm of the couch, cleared his throat, and said, “Okay, what’s the profile like? What picture did you choose?”
Cole tilted the phone so Will could see the shot. “Flexing abs.”
“Hmm, nice. Are they yours?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Cole said distractedly as he kept typing.
