Orlando tosses his napkin on his empty plate with a shrug, letting it go. “Okay. If you say so. I should get going, anyway. But give me a cute Troy story before I head out.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “What?”
He smiles. “It’s breakfast,” he says, gesturing to the table like this is obvious. “You owe me some cute story or something before I go.”
I wrinkle my brow. “What?” I ask again.
Is that really a thing?
Shit. I don’t understand what anything means. I should have just made him a to-go sandwich and sucked his cock.
Orlando drags his teeth across his bottom lip. “Please?” he asks.
I scowl at him. “I don’t have cute stories.”
“Yes, you do,” he objects and leans forward on the table. “Come on. Dig deep.”
I take both of our plates and stand. “You’ve got training, and I’ve got an emergency meeting with Mel. How’s that for a cute story?” I say before I head over to the sink.
Orlando follows me. “What if I suck your dick again? Will you tell me a cute story then?”
I drop the dishes in the sink. “You never annoyed me like this in the hotel.”
He grins. “I know you’ve got one. Otherwise, you’d—”
“I named my childhood puppy Home Run,” I snap, answering just to get him to shut up. “There! Are you happy?”
Orlando grins. “Very. Are we still on for Sunday?”
I’m mad at myself for giving up the story, but I hide it. “Sure.”
“We’ve got our rematch against Boston coming up next week,” he says.
“I know. And then you’re out of town for the US Open Cup Final.” I’ve decided not to go myself. We already have a team from the office covering it, and I’m needed in the city. Even if I went, Orlando would be busy with his team the whole time, and I couldn’t have him to myself anyway.
“You’re going to kick ass,” I tell him.
“Thanks. Good luck with Marshall and Patel. You can still turn it around. You’re Troy Frisk.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
I stare at him. He looks hot in his underwear and that thin t-shirt.
“Maybe those sweats?” he prompts me.
“Right.”
I really am tired.
I get the clothes for him and show him out.
My place suddenly feels quiet and empty.
Despite how much coffee I drank, I could pass out. But Mel’s flight is about to land, and we’ve got a new problem to solve. All eyes on our agency, and we need to show something better than a flop with two major talents. With a sigh, I drag my ass over to get another cup instead.
Whatever the hell that was with Orlando.Breakfast.
I didn’t hate it.
