Page 3 of Deceiving Grier

“How did you even know we were looking to rent out the room?” Grier asked, his frown deepening.

“I saw an ad.” I assumed they’d posted an ad somewhere. Otherwise, how would they find anyone to rent their room?

Jett brightened. “You go to Bayside?”

I nodded. “Journalism. I’m in my last year.”

“Us too,” Jet said. “Not journalism, though. Grier’s taking business, and I’m in liberal arts.”

“Where are you living now?” Grier asked.

“I rent a place near the university.”

“Won’t you have a hard time getting out of your lease?”

I chuckled. “Not at all. My roommate’s girlfriend moved in with us this semester. They would both love it if I moved out. In fact, it’s cramping my style, if you know what I mean.”

That first part of my story was true, at least. Sean and Kelly hadn’t actually been subtle about wanting the space to themselves. But to be honest, before today I hadn’t actually given a shit. I had less than a year until I graduated, and I could put up with Kelly’s death glares and Sean’s passive aggressive crap about wet towels on the floor for another eight months. But living here, in Oliver Mackenzie’s house, would be a way better option on so many levels.

“Are you straight?” Grier asked, then blinked quickly, red creeping into his face. “Sorry, that was rude of me. I shouldn’t have asked.”

I shrugged, a slow smile spreading across my face. Something about perfect Grier Miller looking so awkward and embarrassed was… intriguing. “It’s fine. Yeah, I’m gay. Sean and I are in the same program, and sharing a place was just convenient until Kelly moved in and they wanted to playhouse. Not going to lie; I’ve always wanted to live in The Square. You guys must be swimming in dick here.”

Jett grinned widely. “When you move in, you have to come to The Dunes with us.”

“He hasn’t even seen the room yet!” Grier snapped, his face turning redder.

Try-hard keener or not, Grier Miller was still gorgeous. That mouth, oh, the things I wanted to do with that mouth. For a split second, I let my imagination go and picture Grier Miller on his knees with my cock slipping past those pink lips. Eyes the color of spring leaves locked with mine while I tangled my fingers in his hair…

My cock twitched, and I shoved the image to the back of my brain before the evidence of what I’d been thinking became obvious.

“Oh, yeah. The room’s down here,” Jett said, leading me away from the study to a room down the hall. He pushed the door open and moved aside so I could get a better look.

The room was nearly twice the size that I had now. The furniture, like the rest, was heavy looking and expensive.

“I can move in this Saturday,” I said, then looked back over my shoulder at the two men. Jett smiled widely, while Grier’s eyes widened, and he looked slightly panicked.

“Great! We have the paperwork already set up,” Jett said.

“Wait… shouldn’t we… we don’t know anything about him… you.” Grier met my gaze and swallowed hard. “Do you work?”

I chuckled. “Freelance. I write a lot of web content. I can get you references if that’s something you need.”

“Nah. It should be fine.” Jett waved his hand, earning a hard glare from Grier. Then his affable grin slid from his face. “There’s one thing you should know before you agree to move in. This house is haunted.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” Grier muttered.

“Like, by a ghost?” I asked, not sure I’d even heard him right.

Jett nodded. “I’m pretty sure it’s Oliver Mackenzie. He died in this house. I don’t know if you know that. Daniel found him on the floor in the front hall.”

I had heard that Mackenzie’s body had been found in his house. “I don’t know who Daniel is.”

“He runs the hotel in The Square.”

I would have to look into him more.

“There’s no ghost,” Grier interjected.

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