Page 7 of Slippery When Wet

Chapter Four

Calvin gazed down at the lovely boy who had literally fallen into his arms. Not quite how he’d imagined them meeting when he caught the pretty thing doing a terrible job of pretending not to stare at him in the club—but this worked too. At least until he could figure out the boy’s story.

The boy stared up at him with rounded eyes and mouth agape, his features radiating horror. Calvin needed to take control of the situation before humiliation caused the young man to run from his life forever.

Calvin smiled—despite being saturated in some sort of obnoxious cleaner. “Are you all right? I’m certainly glad I was here to catch you.”

Calvin winked and the boy gasped. After rapidly blinking several times, the young man seemed to realize he was still being held and began to struggle. Calvin wasn’t about to hold him against his will, but he’d been serious in his concern. He didn’t want him taking off if he needed medical attention.

“I’m so sorry, sir! Oh God.” The young man’s face screwed up as if he was in pain. “I’m such anidiot. I can’t believe I did something so stupid.” He regarded Calvin with wide eyes. “I’ll pay for your suit. Does your head hurt? Oh my God. What if I gave you a concussion!”

That’s when the tears came, and Calvin couldn’t stand it any longer. He gently set him down but kept an arm wrapped around his shoulders. “I’m absolutely fine.” He chuckled. “Perhaps a bit chilly, but beyond that, no injuries.”

Calvin drew his eyebrows together, noting the way the young man was favoring his right foot, as if he couldn’t put his full weight on it.

“However,” Calvin continued. “I’m not so sure about you. Are you hurt?”

The boy shook his head vigorously. “Don’t worry about me, sir. If you’re cold, you can have my jacket. I’ll go get it.”

Calvin wrapped his fingers tighter around the boy’s shoulders. The young man was perhaps five foot six to Calvin’s six foot two.

“That isn’t necessary. Let’s have a look at your foot, shall we? I’m sure there’s somewhere to sit down inside the store.”

The young man hung his head. “We’d better not. He’s going to kill me.”

Calvin frowned. As soon as he’d glanced up and discovered the same intriguing boy he’d noticed at the club, it was clear that the men’s clothier also happened to be where his mystery boy worked. He’d barely had a second to get excited over the fateful encounter before a bucket of water, followed by an adorable man, had come hurtling down at him. But now that the initial shock of everything was over with, he needed to gather his wits.

“I take it by ‘he’, you mean your boss?”

The boy nodded. “Yes, sir. I was supposed to do a good job on the windows so the store would be perfect for this special new client he has coming in. I screwed up royal.”

Calvin held in a snort. The ‘sirs’ coming at him right and left reminded him of one of his concerns about the man he’d never before seen on age play night. He’d be willing to bet the boy was a submissive and knew next to nothing about Daddies or Daddy care.

Might not be an issue. Might be a huge issue.

Calvin offered him a warm smile. “What’s your name?”

The boy kept his eyes lowered. “Ellery, sir.”

“Well, Ellery Sir, my name is Calvin. Pleased to meet you, regardless of what you might believe.”

Ellery furrowed his brow as he finally locked gazes with Calvin. “No, my name’s just Ellery, not—” His jaw dropped before he grinned, followed by a small chuckle. “Sorry. Habit.”

Calvin raised one eyebrow. “I take it you’ve spent a fair amount of time around Doms?”

“Uh…How did you…?

Calvin’s other eyebrow joined the first one. “I seem to remember a remarkably adorable boy glancing my way when I was at a kink club the other night.”

A blush crawled up Ellery’s neck and into his cheeks. “Was I that obvious at Thrust?”

Calvin made a circular gesture with his thumb and forefinger. “Just a tad.” He leaned down and spoke quietly next to Ellery’s ear. “But I might have been guilty of looking too.”

The red in Ellery’s face deepened. “Really?”

Calvin straightened with a smile. “Really. And why don’t we start off with me assuring you that I don’t play games. I say what I mean, and I mean what I say. If you do the same, then I think we’ll get along quite well. Agreed?”

Calvin still hadn’t released his hold on Ellery, and either the boy hadn’t noticed, or he welcomed the touch.

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