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Jameson woke the next evening with a smile on his face. That had gone incredibly well, he thought. He’d struck just the right balance between vulnerability and command. Isaiah wouldn’t think of it as such, but he’d managed a kiss, a hug, and a bed hop.
Not bad for an hour or so…
He grinned and slipped out of bed. The bathroom was gorgeous, the Jacuzzi tub and shower vast. He owed Harve big for this. The bed. He hadn’t lied. He couldn’t wait to tie Isaiah to the posts and spank him.
He wondered what Isaiah’s bed looked like? Was it as decadent as his? Did Isaiah jack off for hours?
Probably not, huh? His new sweet boy seemed very hands off. Really a shame because he’d love to forbid it, see how Isaiah did with that.
He stretched. Shower? Did he have anything scheduled today? Hell, how did he even check that?
He wasn’t even sure where to find Isaiah. Dammit.
His phone yielded nothing but a “Have fun” from Harve.
He showered and dressed, and when he came out he found a bottle of breakfast, a linen napkin, and a note.
Dear friend,
Please feel free to explore. The house is yours, except the north wing. Diego is available for you. Just call.
I.
No north wing eh? That would change. Jameson wasn’t accustomed to being told no.
He didn’t intend to let his boy hide away, not now. Not when they were having such fun. He got dressed, then headed out to explore. If he made enough noise, he would make Isaiah a little nuts.
The place was lovely—he found a library, a theater, a ballroom, a music room. It was impeccably decorated and oddly sterile. Especially for an adobe who wore its age like a cloak. The main section of the house, for instance had these super low doors and windows, which would have kept in warmth in winter and cool in the summer.
Jameson began humming. Then whistling. The1812 Overture.
Loudly.
He headed toward the north of the building, getting louder, making sure to stomp around. The door to Isaiah’s wing was heavy, blue, almost an entrance to another home altogether. Wasn’t blue to ward off evil spirits up here? Blue doors and gates…
“Izzy asked me to find out if you needed anything, sir.” Diego appeared out of nowhere, a knowing smile on his face.
Izzy? Oh god, too cute. “Oh, I’m just exploring.” He grinned back, though, because he thought Diego approved. “How are you?”
“I am exceptional. Pleased to hear that Izzy has a friend.” Diego winked at him, near-black eyes twinkling.
“He does. Does he hide in there a lot?”
“The first two hundred years of his life or so.”
“Wow.” Jameson paused to blink. That was serious. “What brings him out?”
“Well, he has to eat. I could turn off the Wi-Fi. He loves music and dancing…”
“Does he?” Now they were talking. “What kind?”
“R and B, soul, anything with a beat.”
“Thank you. Is there a sound system?” A house this fancy there had to be.
“Come with me.” Diego led him through the house to a small room off the ballroom—oh, intercoms, sound systems, lovely.
