Page 28 of Losing My Rejection

He led me back past the work benches and into the backroom where the cleaning supplies were kept. Andy reached up, grabbing a chain that dangled from the ceiling. Giving it a pull, an attic door dropped down from the ceiling, the ladder descending perfectly in front of Andy’s feet.

Giving me a quick smile, he started to climb. I watched him go for a moment, my eyes zeroed in on his ass. Damn he looked good in those jeans.

“You coming?”

I shook my head, palming my thickening cock through the front of my jeans. “Yeah.”

As my head broke past the level of the ceiling, I suddenly found myself in a surprisingly normal looking bedroom. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting a gay man’s room to look like. Maybe frilly and covered in exotic prints or maybe I thought it would be all sex swings and dildos stuck to the walls. Instead, I found Andy’s room to be tidy, modern, and honestly understated. It looked like anyone could live there, almost like the rooms did back at the hotel. Except his didn’t have that weird thin carpet on the floor.

“I don’t keep booze in my room,” Andy said with a smile. He’d caught me staring, but he didn’t call me out directly. “The kitchen’s out here.”

The kitchen was tidy as well, the granite counters shimmering in the light. Andy took a pair of tumblers out of the cupboard and sat them down in front of me.

“Anything you like in particular?”

“Beer is fine,” I replied quietly. “Or wine.”

“White okay?”

“Yeah.”

Andy replaced the tumblers with wine glasses and pulled a bottle from the fridge. It was moscato, which was fine with me. I never really liked the dry stuff, anyway. He filled both our glasses, handing one to me. I followed him into the living room where he collapsed on one end of his loveseat.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, gesturing toward the couch on the other side of the end table.

He took a long drink from his glass as I found my perch. I sat down gingerly, afraid of looking too comfortable too quickly. Instead, I ended up just looking like a nervous mouse waiting to be pounced.

“You okay?”

He’d noticed. I gave him a small nod, taking a sip from my glass.

Silence.

Everything I’d been preparing to say to him seemed to leak out of my brain and into the ether as I sat there. His scent was everywhere too, that juniper driving my wolf crazy. It was so hard to think when I was around him, much less carry a coherent conversation. The only thing I could do was keep myself cooped up in the corner of the couch, afraid the wolf inside me might spring into action once more.

I sort of hoped I would just pass out.

Chapter Fifteen: Andy

Josh was sitting a few feet away on the couch, practically shaking in his boots. The man was like a walking ball of nervous energy and it was contagious. I’d only invited him up for an honestly innocent drink but now there was so much tension in the room that it made my skin crawl. Obviously he wanted to say something, to do something. Good or bad, I just wished he’d get it over with so I didn’t have to feel like the entire house was going to explode around me.

“So…” I began, searching for literally anything to say. “Uh… what flavors did you choose for the scones this week?”

Josh looked up at me, his eyes full of fear. “I… don’t remember.”

“Oh.” I couldn’t help but smirk. “I guess our customers will be surprised too.”

“I’m really sorry–”

“Don’t apologize,” I said with a dismissive wave. “It’s fine.”

“I’m sorry I kissed you!”

I took a big swig of my wine. Here we go.

“I shouldn’t have done it and it was very unprofessional. Then… what we did last night…” He paused for a long moment. “I… I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” I replied without missing a beat. He stared at me with a horror-struck look on his face. “What?” I shrugged. “I’m not! We’re both consenting adults. Things happen and I’m not upset that they did.”

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