Page 26 of The Trust
My brows dip.
“You’re opening up,” he mutters, then darts away.
“Lem,” I call but he just disappears down the employee hall.
There’s a knock on the door that draws my attention when I stand to follow him.
Goddammit.
Craig fills out the glass set into the entrance, his hand raised like he’s about to knock again even though he can see me, and I glance at my watch.
5:03 a.m.
I want to roll my eyes, but I don’t. Instead, I let the guy in with a muttered greeting.
“Glad it’s you here today, bro. The one yesterday gave me the creeps.”
My brows meet as Craig blows past me, his duffle bag tagging me in the gut as he passes.
“Um, what guy is that?” I ask, but Craig is already halfway across the floor and putting his earbuds in.
Weird.
Must not have been too bad if he came back.
Shaking my head, I return to the computer at the reception desk and scowl at the numbers.
I really need to get more people in here.
My phone buzzes and just a glance at the text lighting up the screen brings a smile to my face.
Mac: Good morning, baby.
God, I hope the swirling inside my chest because of this man never goes away.
Me: Buenos días mi vida.
The text bubbles pop up only a moment before a picture that makes my cock jump populates the screen.
It’s his tattooed fingers, wrapped around his length in the dark.
My mouth waters and my cheeks heat.
“Hey, bro—”
The crack of me slamming my phone face down rings through the air and makes Craig jump back.
“My bad,” I mutter. “What’d you need?”
“Damn, man.” He shakes his head and steps back up to the desk. “I was just gonna see if I could extend a few more days. Didn’t mean to catch you off guard.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I breathe out and scoot closer to the computer to hide any evidence of thickening in my shorts. “No problem.”
The process takes even less time than before with his info already loaded in the system, and yet, I sweat with every second that this guy stands on the other side of my desk.
It’s almost like there’s something telling me he’d grab my phone. See something not meant for him but get upset anyway.
It’s like he’s encroaching on spaces not meant for him with just his energy and a huge part of me wants to tell him I can’t extend his membership. Maybe make up a reason why not.
