Seth chuckled. “Wow. You weren’t kidding about being a lawyer, huh?”
“I just wanna know what the rules are. Can’t behave if I don’t know what you want me to do.”
“You called me bossy last time.” Seth raised an eyebrow.
“I didn’t say it was a bad thing.”
Oz really hadn’t minded Seth ordering him around a little. He liked a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to say so.
Seth licked his lips, looking at Oz carefully. “I hadn’t actually intended on rules. I’m kinda focused on getting to have sex later.”
Oz tried not to look disappointed, but now that Seth had told him to behave, he was hoping they might have a little more fun together.
He would have settled for Seth kissing him again. That had felt good. Oz hadn’t thought of Seth as a kisser, but it turned out that he knew what he was doing with his mouth.
“Well… I’ve said my piece. We could go now, if you want…”
The comfort of being with someone, even just for the night, was exactly what Oz needed right now. He knew he couldn’t keep Seth forever, but having him for a little while was better than nothing.
To Oz’s surprise, Seth shook his head. “You promised me dinner.Andyou made me wait earlier.”
“So this is payback?” Oz asked. That was more like Seth.
Oz didn’t hate it at all. He would never have thought he’d be into a guy with a mean streak, but here he was.
Although, mean wasn’t the right word for it. Seth was fun. He was making Oz wait because it was part of the game, not because he was trying to be cruel.
After a couple of intense relationships, having someone who just wanted to have a little fun was exactly what Oz needed. He’d gotten too caught up in finding Mr. Right to enjoy Mr. Right Now.
Until Seth had come along, that was.
“Call it a rule.” Seth smirked. “You’re the one who wanted rules.”
Oz realized then that encouraging Seth to come up with rules had just been asking for trouble.
Seth’s smirk haunted him as they found Oz’s name card at one of the tables a little off to the side. It was a big wedding, so it might have taken a long, long time if not for Seth’s eagle eye.
“This actually saysOz’s guest,” Seth pointed out as he grabbed the name card in front of his own seat. “I’m taking it with me.”
Oz hadn’t really needed the reminder that he’d panicked and made a huge social faux pas less than five minutes ago. He felt bad enough about it already, but he hadn’t thought a whole lot about how Seth might have felt.
Seth didn’t want to be introduced as his boyfriend, did he?
“I should have asked how you wanted to be introduced before we left,” Oz said softly. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Seth said. “You actually introduced me by my first name, which I appreciated. A lot of people take me to things like this as though I’m an accessory. They care a lot more about who my father is than who I am.”
Oz flinched at the thought. Of course Seth was good at this kind of social event. He must have gone to them all the time.
“I’m the family ambassador. I think the only thing that bothers my dad about me being gay is that I can’t sleep my way to nearly as many business deals.” Seth smiled wryly, then looked up to meet Oz’s eyes. “But I’m not here to complain. I’m having a much better time than usual.”
“Good.” Oz cleared his throat. “And for the record, I don’t care who your dad is, and you can’t sleep your way to a business deal with me unless you want a discount on getting your will written up.”
Seth snorted. “I’ve had a will since the day I turned eighteen, written by a small army of lawyers. Not, I might add, written by me.”
“That’s not how it’s supposed to work. It’syourwill,” Oz said, horrified. He shouldn’t have been, though. He knew enough about the kind of people Seth’s family were to know that of course, that kind of thing was decided for them until they actually inherited.
“You’re sweet,” Seth said, and Oz realized that by sweet, Seth meant naive. Not in a negative way, not as an insult. Just as an observation.
