Page 98 of Weston & Cyrus
“You didn’t let us change, so of course we look normal.” Cyrus wasn’t the type to dress me up for the ride to the club. He worried about getting pulled over, and there was no way he’d want to explain anything too weird to cops.
“That’s not what I meant.” Conner was the one rolling his eyes that time, but he didn’t stop dragging us along until he got to the corner with the only empty seats in the lounge and a young sub who was sitting there guarding them.
“Thank you, sweetie. I’ll remember my promise.” Whatever Conner had agreed to made the young guy blush, but he was smart because he hurried off before Conner could say anything else.
Cyrus was back to looking more relaxed and like he was trying not to smile as we sat down on a small couch across from Conner, but that made me want to strangle him again, so he should’ve been grumpier.
He wasn’t as smart as the sub because he didn’t even look at me as I sighed. “This is ridiculous.”
Yep.
I should’ve been caged and groped a few times already at the very least.
“This is necessary.” Conner had a stubborn look on his face that had me sighing again but he ignored it too. “So, let’s start with I don’t like the fact that I had to track you down.”
Cyrus finally stopped smiling but he didn’t look as pissed as I would’ve been. “What did you think of my gym?”
Conner cocked his head, clearly not expecting that conversational turn. “It’s really nice. You’ve got a great place, but I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting everyone to be so nice.”
And the smile was back.
“Is that why you dressed up as Contractor Ken?” Raising one eyebrow as Conner laughed, Cyrus didn’t get distracted. “Aiming for your most masculine look?”
Shrugging, the drama queen didn’t deny it. “I look wonderfully masculine when I’m at work. It’s a fun stress reliever sometimes.”
So it was like playing dress-up?
“They wouldn’t have treated you any differently if you’d come in wearing club gear instead.” He chuckled when Conner looked suspicious. “One of the other businesses in the area would’ve probably called the cops but not my guys.”
Yep.
Conner didn’t quite believe him, though. “What would your guys have done?”
“Well, one would’ve found a way to ask for tips about how you did your makeup so subtly.” Cyrus chuckled when Conner preened but I was just confused.
Conner was wearing makeup?
Wasn’t that something I was supposed to notice?
Why was he wearing makeup if I couldn’t see it?
“Another would’ve asked if those shorts came in bigger sizes.” Cyrus looked pleased as Conner seemed to admit defeat.
“Fine. They’re not typical gym bros.” Conner’s arms twitched like he wanted to cross them over his chest. “I had no way of knowing that.”
So he’d assumed the worst?
About Cyrus’s business?
Rude.
“If you’d called or texted, I’d have explained all that and why we hadn’t been to the club in a couple of weeks.” Cyrus made it sound perfectly reasonable instead of tattling that I’d been slightly nervous. “It’s been busy but we were planning on coming next week.”
Well, he’d been planning to come and I’d been planning to avoid it.
So that wasn’t exactly a lie.
I just hadn’t figured out the best way to play sick yet.
