Page 31 of Lost Room Lawyer
“That’s what it’s called, though.”
“When you put it that way, it sounds like a disease.”
I chuckled. “Why didn’t you mention this earlier?”
“I don’t like to make a big deal out of it. I prefer people to think of me as a little genius rather than having to play the clown for them.”
“The clown? How so?”
“Oh, you have no idea how creative people get when it comes to disproving something. Oops, sorry. You probably know exactly what I mean.”
It was incredible how comfortable I felt in his presence. Our conversations flowed so casually and effortlessly. We both found the same things funny and had a similar sense of humor. As we continued talking about everything and anything, I secretly enjoyed the forbidden pleasure of knowing I could enjoy Nico’s company for the entire weekend.
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I loved to sleep. On Sundays, I could lie on the couch all day in sweatpants and a hoodie, watching movies. It was a shame that wasn’t possible today. After spending yesterday digging through files, I could feel its effects weighing on me.
Wait … That wasn’t the only thing.
In a half-sleep, I reviewed the previous Saturday.
Oh shit … My boss and I …
And it was phenomenal!
Without opening my eyes, I tried to gauge my surroundings. I knew I was lying in a king-size bed. Was Hector next to me? Did I hear his breathing? Or maybe the shower?
I suddenly felt his warm hand on my forehead. He gently brushed a strand of hair from my face and stroked my head. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”
I was wide awake now, my eyes snapping open to see Hector right in front of me. In a suit! All dressed up!
Damn! What’s this? Get undressed and come back to bed!
“You probably want to have breakfast before we get back to work,” he said.
Rolling onto my back, I let out a sleepy groan and rubbed my face.
Of course, duty-bound. What else?
How I would have loved to forget why we were here. Last night was so much more fun.
“Can I take a shower first?” I mumbled, still groggy.
“Of course.”
I couldn’t miss how he watched me as I disappeared into the bathroom clad only in my pants—he literally undressed me with his eyes. As I stood under the shower, just the thought of lastnight made me hard again, but I held back. I didn’t want to do it myself. I wanted Hector to do it. But given how he was already dressed up, I’d probably have to wait a while.
The man was on guard, reacting almost in a panic at the slightest hint of being caught. When a maid knocked on the door to deliver a rollaway bed, he demanded that I retreat to the bathroom. I complied, which was completely ridiculous. As I disappeared into the bathroom, I saw him shutting the bedroom door to keep the maid from noticing the disheveled bed.
I immediately understood: Hector would do anything to maintain his image. Even if he got gayer and gayer—which was utter nonsense—coming out was out of the question for him.
But I didn’t care. If he was happy with that, it wasn’t my concern. We were just having a little fun together. That was all.
I was good at ignoring the fact that our contract still had a year to go.
