Page 20 of Call Me Sir

It makes sense. I think? I don’t know, my head is still a little foggy.

“That’s hot.”

Oh I said that out loud.

He chuckles and I wish I could capture the sound and the look on his face and lock it away.

“Do you know any other languages?”

I shift my head from side to side. “Sort of. I know some Spanish, but it’s rusty. I know a little American Sign Language.”

His brows lift and it’s like I’ve struck gold.

“That’s impressive.”

“It’d be more impressive if I were fluent. It’s come in handy a time or two though.”

We both smile and he reaches for the sound system. I almost wonder if he’s putting another order until he plays music.

I glance at the song and title. I’m not familiar with it, but it sets the mood for the night.

At least for me.

The song is called Every Night Every Morning by Maoli.

My chest swims with fondness and wonder. Am I about to get wined and dined?

“How old are you Cole?”

The question throws me off.

I’ve worked for the dude for two years and we’ve never chatted this much. It’s weird. Though I guess I never imagined he’s gay so I guess his hotness felt useless to me.

“Twenty four.”

His face twists to the side.

“How old are you?”

“Thirty four.”

We’re exactly ten years apart?

I almost sense him worrying, if that’s possible.

“Where are we going?” I ask, changing the subject.

Tension eases from his shoulders and he grips the wheel.

I’m getting romanced yet my mind keeps redirecting to sexual thoughts.

Maybe I don’t deserve the fluff beforehand.

“You said you have a balcony?”

“I do.” My hands are in my lap. I’m trying not to fidget but I’m so nervous. Part of me feels like a kid in trouble.

“With a table and chairs?”

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