Page 31 of Gym Bros
I take a new look at Evan, wondering ifthisis Isaac’s type. I can’t quite see it. He’s pretty enough, and more masculine than I am, but like I’ve said—I was never able to pin down exactly what Isaac’s type was. But with a sex drive like his, I can’t imagine him hiring an assistant to work with every day he wouldn’t want to fuck. Not that I necessarily think they’re fucking, but Isaac rarely does anything without some sexual motivation. He wouldn’t hire anyone who didn’t perk his dick up. The ass on Evan is probably doing him a lot of favors in the job security department.
But maybe I’m not being fair.
Meanwhile, my phone buzzes, and I take it out of my pocket, frowning when I see it’s Marcus.
Marcus
Can you please call me as soon as you get a chance?
Me
Is this about work?
Marcus
No. Please call me?
I decide I will, excusing myself from the couch. If he’s already back in town, I might rather meet up with him than stay at this get together. I can always get my chowder to go.
Stepping into the hall, I put through a call to him.
“Hey,” he answers. “Sorry if I caught you in the middle of something.”
“Are you in town?”
“I’m in New York. Listen, my wife is panicking about Sam again. He’s not returning her calls.”
“Oh? Have you talked to him?”
“He answered a text, so I know he’s alive, but I didn’t get much out of him. When did you see him last?”
“Is he missing?”
“No,” Marcus says. “Nothing like that, but he gets into these—funks.”
“Oh. I saw him Wednesday. He no-showed Thursday and today.”
“Did he really? Damn.”
“If you give me his address, I can check on him.” I don’t know where that comes from. This get together isn’tthatbad, but for some reason, now that I’m outside the door, I have no desire to go back in.
Also, I selfishly need to reassure myself I didn’t fuck something up with Samuel.
“That would be great,” Marcus says. “I didn’t want to ask, but I was going to anyway.”
“I don’t mind,” I tell him.
“Don’t give him a hard time for no-showing though, okay?”
“Have you always been this much of a softie?” I ask.
“He’s just—I tend to tread lightly when it comes to Samuel.”
“Why is that?”
“He’s…well…let’s just say we have some history.”
“Daddy issues, huh?”
