An unfortunate side-effectof last night was that now, having Quinn’s body pressed up againstmine on the back of the bike, his arms around my waist, the heat of him seepinginto my skin through my clothes…
Well, standing up at the endof the trip was a little uncomfortable on account of my cock being veryinterested in being close to Quinn again.
He was gorgeous. There wasno getting around it—exactly my type, and so sweet I wanted to lick him head totoe. I could remember him gasping and sighing against me before we’d beeninterrupted, and I couldn’t think of much else.
“We’re early,” Quinn said,looking at the darkened, locked doors of the recording studio. A quick glanceat my phone confirmed as much. Over twenty minutes early, in fact.
Right.
Because we’d been so busypretending last night hadn’t happened that we’d managed to race through anotherwise sensible morning routine.
“Ah,” I said, looking up anddown the street as though that’d solve the problem. “Well…”
Coffee. Quinn liked—well,no, he didn’tlikecoffee, but hedid drink it, and there was a coffee shop across the road.
“Come on.” I nodded to theshop, taking charge of the situation like the consummate professional I was.
Gray would have laughedhimself sick if I’d said that aloud in front of him.
“Do you ever think ofanything other than where your next cup of tea’s coming from?” Quinn teased aswe navigated our way between the practical carpark that even a back street inLos Angeles was at twenty to nine in the morning.
I opened my mouth to saysex,but then thought better of it. “Not if I can help it,” I said instead,holding the door for him.
“Find a seat.” I nudgedQuinn in the direction of a promising table in the corner that was beingcleared. As it was shortly before nine in the morning, I figured we were doingwell finding any seat at all.
Quinn took his coffee black,and I couldn’thelp thinking of Miles’ pastry habit as I ordered. Would it be too much to feedhim?
No. No, it was my job to takecare of him, even if I wasn’t supposed to be here as a bodyguard. Feeding himwas the least I could do.
And Iwantedto. Sothat was that.
The good thing about bigcities was that ordering tea didn’t result in a flurry of people crowded around thecoffee machine, trying to find theteasetting. Every now andagain, I’dhave to travel out of Sacramento to meet a client. Inevitably, if I stoppedanywhere with a population of less than twenty thousand, I had to teach anelderly café owner how to make a cup of tea with a saucepan and a teabag thatwas older than me.
This was a much nicerexperience.
As it turned out, the tableI’d sentQuinn to grab was very small. Or rather, it was scaled for Quinn, who lookedentirely normal sitting at it. For me, it was like being invited to a children’stea party and sitting down was an endeavor that required flashbacks to highschool geometry to accomplish.
By the time I was seated—ata dramatic angle on the chair, one knee sticking out the far side of the table,the other thigh pressed against the wall—Quinn had to cover his mouth to stophimself from laughing out loud. His shoulders shook with muffled giggles as hiseyes gleamed. The simple joy of watching me make a complete arse of myselfchased away the dark clouds that’d been hanging over him since last night.
It was nice to see himsmile. I didn’tmind being laughed at for a cause as worthy as that.
“Black coffee without sugarall right? Because I might just have time to untangle myself from this tableand change it,” I said, once I was positive that I wasn’t going to fall off thechair if I let it take all of my weight.
“You remembered.” Quinn’seyes lit up, as if I’d pulled some distant factoid out of the ether and notsimply recalled the whole incident with the sugar and milk on the first day I’dbeen here.
“You remembered mine.” Ishrugged. “Seemed like the least I could do.”
Quinn shifted his weight onthe chair, leaning both elbows on the table and looking around the quiet coffeeshop.
“This is nice,” he said witha wistful sigh. “I haven’t just…sat downfor a while, y’know?”
“I know.”
Quinn was allgo.Breaks weren’this style.
Coffee, tea, and twochocolate croissants appeared before Quinn could say anything else. He thankedthe server with a broad, sincere smile, as though coffee was the greatest thingthat had ever happened to him.
Considering how little heseemed to rest, maybe it was. He was probably a solid fifty percent caffeine byvolume.
