Chapter Four
Sunny didn’t often call Clare, but this morning’s events seemed like they warranted more than a text message. His head was still spinning from everything that had happened, but as he ironed labels into the collar of Grant’s shirts and wrote the colors on in his neatest handwriting, he was starting to think everything would turn out okay.
Grant had already gone to his office and left Sunny in his apartment alone. That level of trust felt good, even if it was a little weird.
Not that Sunny intended to abuse it.
Well, notmuch, anyway. Curiosity had driven him to poke around a little, but he’d stopped when he discovered a small vibrator and a tube of lubricant in Grant’s nightstand drawer.
He wasn’t sure he’d stopped blushing yet. It was one thing to know, generally, that other people enjoyed sex, but it was a little different to know specifically what toys his boss used.
Even if he was really hot.
“Sunny?” Clare answered the phone. “Is everything okay?”
“I got the job,” Sunny explained, grinning to himself. He was glad he didn’t have to worry anymore, especially with Christmas coming up. He wanted to get his parents something nice for once, and a full-time wage would let him do that.
He set the phone down and put it on speaker so he could get back to ironing, which he was actually starting to enjoy. It was soothingly repetitive, and getting the labels on flat and straight was rewarding.
He’ddefinitelyworked worse jobs.
“Oh, awesome! So the guy doesn’t seem like a creep to you? I’ve only seen him around the office a few times.”
“He seems fine,” Sunny said, deciding not to mention that hehadanswered the door without a shirt on. Sunny believed that he was just flustered and running late.
He seemed like the kind of person who really did just need an extra pair of hands around.
“He’s alsoreallyhot. In a hot older man kind of way,” Sunny added.
Clare snorted on the other end of the phone. “I forget that you’re into that. You’ve got, like, a grey hair fetish.”
“It’s not a fetish. I just… I dunno. I’ve been with enough guys my age to be tired of them, I guess. And he seems sweet.”
“Sweet?” Clare asked. Sunny didn’t have to be able to see her to know that she’d raised an eyebrow at that.
“Yeah, sweet. Mostly like he could use a hug, honestly.”
“So what does he have you doing?” Clare asked.
Sunny opened his mouth to respond, but realized before he spoke that if he told Clare what he was doing, he’d have to explain why, and that would mean telling her Grant was colorblind, which he seemed to be a little embarrassed about.
It really wasn’t anything to be ashamed of, but that didn’t mean it was Sunny’s place to tell someone else.
“I’m organizing his wardrobe,” Sunny said, figuring that was neutral enough. “So it’s basically my dream job.”
Clare laughed at that. “Maybe it’ll keep you out of mine.”
“Maybe,” Sunny said. “We did yours a few months ago, it’s probably good until winter really sets in.”
“I don’t need you to take care of me, you know,” Clare said.
“I know. But I need to take care ofsomeone,and we’re not allowed a dog,” Sunny said. “I can probably channel some of that into this job.”
“You sound happy,” Clare pointed out, her voice warm. Sunny smiled at that. She was clearly happy for him, and she was right. Hewashappy. Getting this job had taken a load off his mind, and despite a bumpy start, he felt like Grant was going to be a good fit.
Notjustbecause he was hot, but that helped. Sunny didn’t mind working for someone who wasn’t hard to look at.
“I am. I owe you for this.”
