“What? He’s loud as fuck!”
Ari snorts. “Yeah, he kinda is.”
“I hate both of you.”
“MmmHmm, yeah, okay,big brother.”
“Don’t call me that,” I hiss, feeling my face heat.
“Duuude,” Naz drawls. “That’s just wrong.”
I throw up my hands. “I thought we were meddling in Jesse’s love life, not mine.”
“He does have a point. I guess.” Ari rolls his eyes.
Naz cocks his chin toward the door. “Let’s go talk to Blake while Jesse’s still sleeping, or jerking off with his own tears, or whatever he’s doing in there.”
“That’s fucked up,” I say.
“Yeah, but we’re going to fix it,” he says cheerfully. He really believes we can, and Ari seems like he does, too. I might as well get on the optimism train. If Luc is willing to fight for Jesse, I really don’t think this can fail.
“For the record, my favorite flower is called aDevil’s Tongue,” Naz says as we’re making our way through the hotel suite.
“That checks,” I deadpan.
“They’re cool as shit, but they smell like it too. Like, they smell like rotting meat.”
“You’re weird.”
“Who’s weird?” The chipper voice behind us startles all three of us. I jump a good two feet away from Ari, and Naz holds a hand up to his chest.
“Bro.”
Emmy rolls his eyes at Naz, then flicks his eyes between me and Ari before raising his eyebrow and giving us an amused look.
“Okay, so everyone knows then,” I huff under my breath.
Ari just smiles at Emmy. He’s always liked him. We all do, but Ari enjoys his company the most. It makes sense, in some ways. They’re both pretty. Both smaller guys that come off super sweet, but if you piss them off, they’re terrifying.
“Are y’all here to see Blake? He should be wrapping up a phone call right about now,” he says, using a keycard to open the door and escort us in.
Blake is sitting at the small table with an empty mug, his laptop, a tablet, and several notepads covered in sticky notes. His phone is in his hand, but he doesn’t seem to be talking on it.
He looks at Naz. “You tell them the plan?”
“Not yet, thought we could talk it out together. Ari has feelings about flowers.”
“It matters!” He looks at Emmy. “What’s your favorite flower?”
“Um. Zucchini blossoms actually” Emmy says, his cheeks pinking a little. It’s a unique choice, I’ll give him that. “They’re pretty. And they taste good fried.” He does a little shoulder shimmy that’s pretty damn cute.
Blake must agree with me, because from the corner of my eye, I notice him looking at his assistant with what can only be described as heart eyes. He’s almost smiling, and there’s a little glint in his eye like Emmy just said something super endearing.
I fucking knew it!
Everyone knows Emmy has a thing for Blake. He’s only recently learned how to stand near him without blushing and we’ve all caught him staring at Blake like he wants to worship him. On his knees.
But I’ve noticed Blake checking Emmy out a time or two, too. More than that, whenever Emmy does something awesome—which is often—he stares at him like he’s some kind of enigma.
