Page 72 of Havoc
“I’m sure the alcohol didn’t help,” he responded, turning his attention back to the crowd, his eyes zeroing in on Alijah and Lawrence dancing together.
“Will you be participating in the next round?” Henry asked.
“That isn’t my wheelhouse. You?” Remy inquired to be polite.
“I might. I can at least hold a tune better than that.” He chuckled.
Lawrence must have felt Remy looking at him because he turned his attention, and they locked eyes, his boyfriend smiling at him before returning his attention to Alijah and saying something.
“Big plans for the holiday?” Henry asked, and Remy looked down at him.
“Just the usual.”
“Same.” Henry bit his bottom lip before smiling at him.
It made Remy wonder if he was being too friendly. Technically, Henry hadn’t done anything to make him uncomfortable or crossed any lines, though he could always tell when the other man was flirting with him. He didn’t even know how the other initially found out his sexual preference. It wasn’t like Remy hid it, but people usually guessed his orientation wrong.
He wasn’t blind, either. Henry was cute and tiny compared to Remy. If he had to guess, the other man stood five-five or six, but cute and tiny wasn’t what Remy was attracted to. It was for someone, but not him. Those two things tended to clash with what he enjoyed in the bedroom. He didn’t want to have to hold himself back constantly.
His eyes swung back to Lawrence, who was approaching them. Lawrence wasn’t cute; he was pretty. He always took everything Remy wanted to give him and asked for more, but it wasn’t just physical. They connected on a level he hadn’t with anyone else, and they could give the other what they needed.
“You look nice,” Henry stated, pulling his attention.
“That’s such an understatement,” Lawrence responded, joining them, pressing himself into his side, and Remy wrapped his free arm around his waist. “I almost asked him to wear something else because I knew birds would flock.” Lawrence turned his attention to him. “What are you drinking, babe?”
Remy handed him the glass in response. “Baby, this is Henry; he works in our legal department. Henry, this is my boyfriend, Lawrence.”
Henry seemed to blink himself out of Lawrence’s sly insult slowly. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Lawrence responded, stepping out of Remy’s hold, taking his hand and pulling him away.
“You’re adorable when you’re jealous,” Remy teased as they sat at a table on the other side of the room. “Rude, but adorable.”
“I’m not jealous,” Lawrence lied. “I also wouldn’t have to be rude if you didn’t feel the need to be friendly.”
Remy raised a brow at him. “We work together.”
“You work for the same company in the same building, not the same department. Technically, you don’t worktogether, and he shouldn’t have been flirting at a work event. So unprofessional.”
“And you calling him a bird at my work event, wasn’t?” Remy asked, taking the glass from Lawrence.
“I didn’t call him a bird. I made a general statement. If he took it personally, that’s his problem. Besides, you act like you’d get fired if I did. There is only one person who can let you go, and you know Kieran's not doing that.”
“Not doing what?” the mentioned man asked as he and Alijah sat down across from them.
“Firing Remy because I called some man flirting with him a bird,” Lawrence supplied.
“So you were calling him one?” Remy teased.
“Semantics.”
“Was it Henry?” Alijah asked before Kieran could respond.
“Yes,” Remy replied.
“He tries to get with Remy a lot at work,” Kieran supplied unhelpfully, and Lawrence snapped his attention to him.
“I already told you about that,” Remy said to his boyfriend before glaring at Kieran, who smirked at him. He had informed Lawrence someone at work was subtly flirting with him; he hadn’t given him a name. “The same way I’m sure Kieran told Alijah, Rebecca snuck past security yesterday and cornered him in the elevator.”
