"I won't say I'm not curious about your relationship with your father, but I won't ask."
"Thanks."
"Don't thank me yet."
They changed the topic, and neither of them noticed the time ticking by slowly. Although he sponsored businesses in the art district, Othello didn't normally venture out this way. If it wasn't for Jackson Durrant wanting to meet, he was certain he wouldn't have seen the former doctor today. Othello had thought about the pretty doctor in the past few days but did not attempt to contact him because he wanted to stand firm in his decision. But the second he’d been going to leave the cafe, he felt the man's presence and knew he couldn't leave without speaking.
"So, this is what you do with all your free time?" Othello asked.
"Not really. I've been busy cleaning up my new place. My grandfather bought it for me before he died. It's been sitting for a while and needs a lot of tender loving care."
"And you're just the right person to do it."
"Yes. It's where I plan to open my studio. Do you want to see it?"
"Are you inviting me to your place, Doc?" Othello leaned back in his seat
"So what if I am?" Des asked with a spark in his green eyes that drew Othello in.
You're playing with fire, little doc,Othello thought. "Sure," he said, seeing that he still had time.
"Cool." Des stood and grabbed his empty cup. "It's not far from here."
It took them fifteen minutes to get to the studio. Othello recognized it as a building once he put a bid on it, but the owner refused to sell it, no matter how much money he threw at them. Now he knew why. It was two levels large enough to convert into a club and hookah bar. The place had good lighting and would’ve set the mood for what he had in mind. Des showed him around and laid out his plans for what he was thinking, and just like the night they were at dinner, his eyes sparkled as he came to life. It made Othello want to see what they looked like when he was being fucked.
"My studio will be down here, and through there," Des said, pointing to the door on the far side of the room, “it leads to my apartment."
"Do I get a tour of that as well?" Othello’s voice dipped as he walked closer to him, but not enough to touch.
"I...it's not ready." He looked down, and Othello couldn't deny his cock twitched at the submissive pose.
"Look at me," Othello softly ordered.
Des raised his head, and their gazes connected. Othello was truly questioning this whole “let's be friends” thing. The way he looked right now, Othello suspected he could simply pull him into his arms and do whatever he wanted to Des, and the man wouldn't stop him. Des's lips parted, and Othello couldn't help but lick his own at the thought of tasting the little doc. He moved closer to Des and was about to tell him to forget the whole friend thing. He didn't do one-night stands, but at that moment, the little doctor was far too tempting to ignore. But then his cellphone rang.
"You should answer that," Des whispered and stepped around him.
Othello sighed and pulled his cellphone from his pocket. "What?" he answered, turning to look at Des, who had his back to him.
"Boss, where are you? We have to go," Tallen said.
Fuck, being with Des, he'd quickly forgotten he had other business to attend to. "Alright, I'll meet you back at the cafe."
"Where—"
Othello hung up before Tallen could ask more questions. "I have to go."
"Do you want me to walk you back to the cafe?"
"No." He moved over to Des and pinched his chin. "Don't be a stranger, Doc. You have my number. Text or call me anytime."
"You too."
Othello stood there for a few seconds, tempted to follow through with his plan to kiss Des, but he thought better of it. He had a feeling that getting one taste of Des wouldn't be enough for him, which was why he said they should be friends. It was safer that way. Releasing the man's face, Othello walked away, conflicted for the first time about whether he was doing the right thing.
Des watchedthe taller man leave, feeling a little disappointed that their time together had been cut short. It wasn't planned, but he was having a good time with Othello, and if he hadn't been mistaken, he could have sworn the man would kiss him. But maybe that was all in his imagination. Des knew he wouldn't object to Othello's touch, especially his kiss. Hell, he was hoping the man would fuck the life out of him. With their status as it was, he didn't see that happening.
Maybe it's time I cut my losses and start dating other people like Gray suggested.Yet Des wasn't sure that would happen since his mind and body had been stuck on Othello Moor since the night he met him.I guess the saying is true: the heart knows what it wants, and there's nothing I can do about it for now. Fuck, who knew having an infatuation would be like this?
