Oz chuckled. This was what he’d missed about Seth. His sense of humor. His complete and total lack of shame.
Who says I’m into weird sex?
I do. There’s gotta be something.
Oz considered for a moment, but he couldn’t think of anything particularly weird that he wanted. He was tempted to come up with something anyway, just for the hell of it, but the risk that Seth would take him seriously seemed too big.
Nothing I can think of. I make up for it by being weird everywhere except bed.
I think being that normal is its own kind of weird. This is your last chance to request women’s underwear or whips and chains or whatever.
Who’s wearing the underwear in this scenario?
Whoever you want, I don’t care, it’s only gonna come off.
Part of Oz wanted to explore that line of thinking. Not because he was necessarily into it, but because he was interested in whatweirdmeant to Seth. But he was already having a really not-work-appropriate conversation in his office, and it didn’t need to get any worse. Of course, it was his office, and his own business, and if he wanted to lock the door, watch some porn and jerk off, he could do that.
He wasn’t going to, though.
You’d get off more on bringing a whip through airport security than I would letting you use it. Nice try, though.
You never let me have any fun, Seth responded, tacking an emoji with its tongue sticking out onto the end. Oz automatically stuck his own tongue out at the message.
Worse, he caught himself smiling a stupid, sappy smile down at his phone while he thought up a response.
I have a hotel and a rental car, if it sweetens the deal. I really need you as my cultural advisor.
Oz snorted. Cultural advisor. That was a new one.
Although, considering what Seth was like, that wasn’t the worst idea. The word he was looking for was probablyhandler, though. Especially if this really was important.
Cancel the car. My one condition is that I get to drive.
I’m so glad you said that, I hate driving. I do like you going all alpha male on me, though.
I do a good caveman impression. I could probably throw you over my shoulder and drag you away.
I… might need you to do that. That’s hot. Consider the car cancelled.
Oz wriggled in his chair, then blushed at the realization that he was acting like an excited teenager with a crush.
Except for the teenager part, he had to admit that was pretty accurate. He had a huge crush on Seth that obviously wasn’t going anywhere just yet.
Send me through your flight details and I’ll meet you at the airport, Oz texted, his stomach filling with butterflies at the thought of seeing Seth again.
He felt like an idiot over it. Maybe he wasbeingan idiot over it. But he’d wanted an excuse to see Seth again, and now he had one. He’d be grinning for the rest of the week every time he thought about it.
Oz was inwaytoo deep.
Chapter Sixteen
Seth had promised himself that he’d contain his excitement at seeing Oz again, but the moment he spotted him standing outside arrivals, he broke into a broad smile that he couldn’t have stopped even if he really wanted to.
Thankfully, Oz smiled just as brightly back at him.
He felt ridiculous for missing him, but it was really,reallygood to see him again.
