Page 16 of Because You Rejected Me

“I don’t have a car.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Sam smiled. “I’ve got you covered.” He raised a hand as he pulled the door closed. “Goodnight.”

Well, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I really thought I’d be scrubbing floors on my hands and knees, so making deliveries seemed like a much easier task. And I missed driving. My parents didn’t let me take my car because… well, they owned it. So it would be nice to finally feel that sense of freedom on the road again.

But for now, I was just going to curl up and watch free off-brand movies on YouTube until I fell asleep.

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When I woke the next morning, I didn’t feel any better. For one brief moment, I’d forgotten about everything the night before. But as soon as I opened my eyes and saw the hotel ceiling above me, it all came crashing back. Instant bad mood.

However, I was tired of lying around and feeling bad for myself. Nothing was going to get any better by staying in bed all day. At the very least, I could help Sam out and feel like I was useful, even if it was just for a moment. Besides, I was ready to get out of the hotel again. It was surprising how staying in my room at home never really bothered me, but staying in this tiny little room made me feel like a wolf in a cage. Not only that, I’d never gotten the chance to shift the day before, so that was starting to feel like a bit of an emergency.

When I finally came downstairs, having left my bag and my phone behind, I found Sam sitting behind the lobby desk, reading a book. He didn’t look up at first. It wasn’t until I got close that I could see the title of the book he held.

“Topped by the Mountain Man?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow. “You’re reading smut at the front desk?”

“Yep,” he replied, licking his thumb and flipping the page. “And I’m in one of the good sections, too.”

“Want me to come back later?”

He looked over his book. “It doesn’t surprise you that I’m reading this?”

“Nope,” I replied nonchalantly. “I could tell you were gay the moment I set eyes on you.”

The book dropped to the counter and he blew out a sigh. “What gave me away?”

“Nice skin and the man-bun.” I paused. “And the way you talk.”

“Christ. Don’t hold back, huh?”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he laughed. “I know how I am. Bet you can’t guess my position, though.”

“Bottom.”

“Fuck’s sake…” He glanced down at the book. “It gave me away, didn’t it?”

“A bit.” He laughed, but I could barely work up a small grin. “So, what’s this delivery you want me to make?”

He glanced up at the clock. “It’s still a bit early, but I guess it’ll take you a minute to get there.”

“Is it far?”

“About ten miles.”

“Oh. That’ll only take a few minutes. The roads here can’t be that bad.”

Sam’s smile faltered. “Uh… I can’t let you take my car today. I need it for a meeting later.”

I was liking the idea of this delivery a lot less now. “Am I walking?”

“God, no! That would take all day!” He put his book down, gesturing for me to follow him. “I have a bike you can use, though.” He glanced back at me. “And don’t worry, it’s electric.”

“Thank god…” I sighed. “I don’t know if I have the energy to pedal that far.”

Sam just laughed, waving for him to follow me. “Come on, I’ll show you where it’s at.”

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