Page 7 of That's the Way Rejection Goes

“Fine, fine!”

Both of us spent the next ten minutes fucking around and acting like a pair of teenage boys. It was one of the things I loved most about our relationship. We could fuck like pigs, be sensitive with one another, and then wrestle for no reason all in the span of a half hour. I could be everything I wanted to be with Erick and so much more. And he got to be the same with me. Nothing had to be hidden between us. We were both on full display, our goofy sides and all.

Once we’d finally managed to get dressed, the pair of us headed down to the elevator and took it to the first floor. Stepping out we found the hotel lobby pretty much abandoned except for Sam sitting behind the desk, just like he always was. However, instead of reading a book like he normally did, he had his brows furrowed as he stared at his computer, muttering and clicking furiously.

“Good morning,” Erick called, stepping up to the desk beside me.

Sam looked up, his expression taking a few seconds to slip back into customer service mode. He glanced over the pair of us, his eyes lingering a little longer than they normally would have.

“Good morning. What can I help you with?” he said at last, shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts.

“Well, Calum and I are getting awfully bored sitting in that room all day long, so we thought we’d come down and offer our services.”

“You said something about jobs in the area,” I added. “It would be nice to do something with my hands if you know anyone that needs help. I’m not licensed, but I can do general handyman stuff.”

“And I can help with computer things,” Erick said, leaning over the desk. “Seems like you’re already having issues with that.”

“It’s just slow,” Sam replied, glaring at the computer. “And obstinate.”

“Want me to take a look?”

“If you really think it’ll help…”

Erick went around the desk and Sam got up from his chair, handing it over. He didn’t wait to see why Erick was clicking up a storm. Instead, he turned to me.

“How are you with carpentry?”

“I can hold a saw.”

Erick scoffed behind us. “Don’t let him fool you. He’s being modest. You could give him a stick and he’d build you a chair in twenty minutes. He’s a magician with wood.”

I bit back a smirk as the double entendre sank in. Sam caught me though, and he smiled too. The sight of it nearly took my breath away. He was pretty normally, but he was gorgeous when he smiled.

“Well, if that’s the case, Andy might want your help. Him and Josh are putting in some bar seating at the bakery for people who like to work while they enjoy their coffee. Neither of them are terribly handy, so you’d probably be just what they need. Not to mention, I’m sure Andy’ll pay your weight in pastries if you let him.”

“I like apple fritters,” Erick chimed in, still clicking like a mad man.

“Sure,” I replied. “I’d love to help them. Would you mind introducing me?”

“No problem.” Sam flashed that million-dollar grin again, making my heart skip a beat. Between that and his sweet floral scent, I could barely think. “Just let me grab a coat and I’ll walk you to the bakery.”

As soon as he was gone, Erick glanced over his shoulder at me, a knowing smile on his face.

“Don’t fuck him on the way to the bakery,” he grinned, giving me a wink.

“Don’t worry,” I smiled back. “When I do fuck him, you’ll be there to watch, baby. I know how much you dream about using that cuck chair in our room.”

“Only if I get a turn after you.”

“Deal.”

“Alright, I’m ready to go,” Sam said, stepping back into the room and cutting our conversation short. He stopped, looking at me in just my hoodie. “Do you need a jacket?”

“I run hot. I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Believe me,” Erick said. “Sleeping with him is like sleeping in an oven.”

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