Page 18 of Half Notes and Highlights
The earth just tilted on its axis. Tyler never felt like this before. Ethan Jones literally just rocked his world. As he snuggled into the luxurious fluffy bed with ginormous pillows,he wondered what universe he was in. Wherever it was, he never wanted to leave because this was pure euphoria.
Ethan returned from the bathroom, looking extra hot with his tousled sex hair, and handed Tyler a wet towel. “You’re welcome to use the bathroom or shower, if you want.”
“This is fine.” Tyler took the towel and wiped himself clean, then put on his tiny thong, while Ethan slipped into his briefs and returned to the bed. With his head resting on Ethan’s chest, he heard Ethan’s stomach rumble. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving. Are you ready for lunch?”
“Sure. What are we having?”
“My chef is making us a gourmet meal.”
Tyler bolted upright. “Someone’s here? In this house?”
“I have staff. Who do you think takes care of this place?”
“I didn’t think about it.” Tyler had never been shy a day in his life, but if he’d known people were in the house, he might have at least tried to tone down his moans, grunts of pleasure, and exclamations. Then again, considering the staff surely heard plenty of noises coming from Ethan’s bedroom in the past, he hoped his vocalizations outdid his predecessors.
“I probably should have asked if you had any dietary restrictions.” A crease formed between Ethan’s brows. “I’m sorry. The chef is making steak, but I can tell him to make something else if you don’t eat meat or dairy.”
Tyler waived his hand. “I eat plenty of meat.” Realizing the double entendre, he covered his lips with his fingertips and snickered, while Ethan chuckled.
“I’ll take you on the grand tour before lunch.” Ethan leaned over the side of the bed and touched the intercom on the wall. “Ravi?”
“Yes, sir?” a formal voice replied through the speaker.
“We’ll be ready for lunch in about an hour.”
“Perfect. I’ll have everything ready on the deck.”
Tyler watched, marveling at the idea of having someone at your disposal with only the press of a button. “Is that your chef or your butler?”
“Butler? Like Alfred in Batman?”
“Are you one of those comic book geeks? Do you go to Comic-Con dressed as Chewbacca so you can walk around without being recognized? Do you have a game room? Wait! Do you have a Ms. Pac-Man? Because if you do . . .” Tyler made a circular motion with his index finger and pointed it at Ethan. “I may have just fallen in love with you.”
“Yes, to all of it.”
“Oh my God!” Tyler exclaimed, struggling to pull himself out of Ethan’s grasp and jumping out of bed. “I need to see Ms. Pac-Man. Now!”
Ethan stood and slipped on his jeans and T-shirt. “It’s down the hall.”
“Are you serious? Or are you just messing with me?”
“Come on. I’ll show you.”
Tyler narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “I think you’re messing with me.”
“See for yourself.” Ethan motioned toward the door.
“It better be a full-size Ms. Pac-Man. Like the arcade game,” Tyler clarified, pulling on his leather pants and his silk shirt, which was now missing a button or two. “Not one of those miniature replica kids’ games.”
“Do you really think I’d have anything except a regulation-size Ms. Pac-Man?”
“You have a point. You’re rich. I get it.”
Ethan threw his arm over Tyler’s shoulder and led him down a long hallway with beautiful wood flooring and moldings. He stopped in front of a doorway and paused. “This is my game room.”
First a plane ride and now a special room. A crooked smile pulled at Tyler’s lips. “Why am I having red room of pain vibes right now?”
