Page 12 of Simply Perfection
Trevor’s eyes roamed down Matt’s body and paused at his crotch. The darkness was sure to hide the arousal pushing against Matt’s slacks, but Trevor’s blue eyes glowed as if he had X-ray vision.
“I’d invite you up, but I have a feeling you’ll turn me down. So for now I’ll say goodnight, but tomorrow you’re all mine.”
With that, Trevor climbed out and jogged over to the side of the building to a set of stairs, which led up the side anddisappeared around back. Matt continued down the street and punched Niall’s address into his GPS system.
Chapter Four
The watcher sat in the darkened car, parked in the shadows of the empty lot across from Trevor’s apartment. He burned with rage as the man in the expensive black car drove off. He’d been worried when Trevor hadn’t come home at his usual time. Ugly things could happen in the city at night. But apparently Trevor had not been lying in a gutter somewhere, only disobeying the rules they’d clearly set. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel. He wanted to charge up to Trevor’s apartment and demand to know what was going on. How dare Trevor step out on him with some sleazy sugar daddy? What he and Trevor shared was special. It was pure. Trevor belonged to him!
Maybe Trevor was just trying to get a rise out of him? Maybe Trevor was trying to incite jealousy, so the watcher would once again take control. He’d been far too lax of late, allowing Trevor some freedom from the structure they’d established at the beginning of their relationship. He couldn't see through thetinted windows of the car, but when Trevor climbed out of the car he'd touched his lips and smiled. Trevor had kissed that man! Despite his boiling blood, the watcher would not allow Trevor’s petty games to make him lose control, even if the little man was begging for punishment. Control was paramount. Control was everything. He would not tolerate such behavior, and soon he would remind Trevor to whom he belonged.
Matt pulled into the visitor spot at Niall’s building. Matt had to see Niall, even though coming here unannounced was a risk. Needed to tell him the news. Needed to feel Niall in his arms again, to share Trevor’s taste that still lingered on his lips. Matt opened the door and entered the lobby. Adam, the doorman Matt remembered from the other night, glanced up from his desk with a look of surprise on his face.
“Welcome back, Dr. Lincoln. Would you like me to buzz Mr. Roberge to announce your arrival?”
Matt stopped in his tracks. “You remember me?”
“Well sure. You were here only two nights ago, and Mr. Roberge gave notice to all of us doormen that you were to be admitted without question anytime.”
“How will the other doormen recognize me?”
Adam held up a high-quality glossy photo of Matt’s face, obviously taken from the security cameras on the first night Matt came to see Niall.
“Wow. That’s both comforting and slightly disturbing at the same time. I took a chance coming by unannounced this late. Do you know whether Niall is home?”
“I came on shift at ten p.m., and haven’t seen him. Would you like me to call him on the com unit?”
Matt debated. He could go up to Niall’s door and start knocking or have Adam call Niall’s condo. Matt looked at his watch. It was quarter after eleven at night. Niall may be asleep, or he may not want to be disturbed. Matt didn’t worry about Niall seeing someone else. That type of behavior didn’t fit Niall’s personality that Matt had seen so far. However, not many people appreciated late-night unexpected guests. He’d take his chances.
“No thank you, Adam. I’ll go on up and surprise him.”
“Very good, Dr. Lincoln. Have a good evening.” Adam finished with a smile.
“I will. And Adam?” The young man’s face changed to one of anticipation. “Please call me Matt. I have a feeling you’ll be seeing a lot of me, and the whole doctor title is a mouthful.”
Matt heard a soft giggle behind him as he stepped into the elevator. Adam seemed like a sweet kid. Obviously a college student, by the multitude of books spread out and the laptop glowing behind the concierge desk. Matt idly wondered what university Adam was attending. He sure hoped the kid had afternoon classes; otherwise he was going to collapse from exhaustion.
The elevator dinged, and Matt stepped off. He turned toward the door of Niall’s condo. There was only one other on the floor, so Matt wasn’t too worried about disturbing anyone by knocking this late. He was about to raise his hand when he noticed a white box with what appeared to be a camera lens and a small round button installed beside the door. Matt pressed the button and waited. A few seconds later he heard Niall’s eager voice echo from the small box.
“Matt!”
Matt waved. “Can I come in? I know it’s late.”
“Of course.” A soft click emitted from the door. “I’m in the darkroom, but please come in and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be out in a minute.”
Matt opened the door, and the enormity of Niall’s place struck him once again. Matt’s condo was a brownstone in Back Bay. He’d paid a pretty penny for the small place, but it was close to his office and had lovely ornate details, crown molding, and a black iron spiral staircase—and the claw-foot tub Matt didn’t dare tell anyone he loved to sink into at the end of a long day.
Matt wondered just how many rooms Niall had down that hallway. Obviously, there was more than one bedroom if Niall had set up a darkroom for his private use. Despite the size, Niall’s place was homey. Matt relaxed on the chaise part of the sectional and closed his eyes while waiting for Niall to appear.
A pair of soft lips touched his, and Matt blinked his eyes open. Niall sat next to him with a smile on his face.
“Hey gorgeous,” Niall whispered.
“Hi.” He looked at his watch and realized thirty minutes had passed.
“I didn’t want to wake you, but you’ll get stiff if you sleep sitting up like that.”
“Sorry, I only meant to close my eyes while you were finishing up.”
