Page 8 of His Dirty Obsession
I continued to stumble down the stairs and into the kitchen, hoping like hell he wouldn’t follow me, but you know when things just go from bad to worse… Well, that was my day.
Now dressed in a tight-fitting pale-blue T-shirt, his erect nipples on display, he strolled into the kitchen, that cocky smirk on his face again. He had to have known I’d been watching him…again.
Deciding to ignore that fact, I set to making the coffee in the machine, my back to him.
“I got the part, by the way,” he said, way too close for comfort.
I nodded, letting him know I’d heard him.
“Just not seen you around to tell you. Anyone would think you’d been avoiding me or possibly even hiding away?” I could tell he was laughing.
Of course, I’d been fucking hiding away. The last time he saw me, my dick had been in Dick, and I really didn’t know how to handle those thoughts.
“I’ve just been busy. Early meetings and all.” I turned to face him, feeling my face redden as I did.
He looked all kinds of sexy with his frayed jeans and bare feet. It did it for me every time.
“You OK there, Ben? You look a little sheepish.” Fuck!
I reached around him, getting the coffee mugs from the cupboard.
“So, you got the part.” Changing the subject seemed like a good idea, and I went back to pouring the coffee.
“I did. That’s why I’ve been out most of the day and night. Rehearsals and dance lessons. Who knew I needed them?” He lounged against the kitchen counter, his arms folded in front of him.
“How are they going? You not a dancer, Xavier?”
“No, not at all. Perhaps you could watch me, let me know what you think. See if I’ve got the right moves for a stripper.”
This guy knew exactly what he was doing, and my earlier assumption that he wasn’t gay was quickly flying out the window. He was a tease and a flirt, and I liked it.
A little too much!
Chapter 4
Ben
“I’mnotsurethat’ssuch a good idea.”
“Really? I think it’s an excellent idea.” There was that smirk again, and I turned away from him, shaking my head. This man was sent to tempt me.
I carried our coffees to the table and sat, spooning sugar into my mug. I would not respond.
“So, about the other day.” He lounged in the chair, his legs outstretched, his arm thrown across the back of the chair next to him. He was enjoying this way too much.
“What about it?” I was giving nothing away and was desperately trying not to stare at his crotch. I’d spoken to Richard a day or so after it had happened. We’d chatted briefly about his new apartment, how it was actually better than the one he’d had in London and also about his new job. He told me about the gorgeous Guy, a partner he’d met on the second day. It hadn’t taken him long to move on from me, but I was happy for him. We’d both agreed there and then that it would never have worked. We were chalk and cheese.
“Who was he? I’ve not seen him around before. Boyfriend?”
“No.”
“Come on, Ben. Give me something here. I have to say I was shocked. Here I was going to the kitchen to grab a drink and I found, well, that.”
It was a moment of weakness. One that actually shouldn’t have happened and certainly not in full view.
“I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have had to see that. I was inconsiderate. I could have at least taken it to my room. I can’t apologise enough, actually.”
He leaned forward and touched my arm, the heat of his hand like the touch of molten lava to my skin.
