Page 9 of Dating the Boss
“Living with him definitely has its challenges.” Quinn lightly laughed and turned left to get on the main road. “He hangs the toilet paper wrong, leaves his dirty dishes around the house, and he sucks at doing laundry. But I’ve never been this happy, Reed. I never thought Icould.” Quinn was quiet a moment, and I caught him quickly wipe his finger beneath his eye. He had a hard time opening up and showing emotions. “But anyway. You planning to meet up with the college guy again?”
“I doubt it,” I said. “He was sweet and a pretty good lay, but too immature.”
“Immature?”
“He had posters on his wall.”
“There’s nothing wrong with—”
“Posters of Pokémon and Dragon Ball Z, Beck. Pikachu stared at me as I rode the guy’s dick, okay? It was weird as hell.”
A laugh burst from him.
We drove to my house and went inside so I could shower and change. When I came out of my bedroom, Monty and Quinn were standing in front of the patio doors, holding each other and rocking from side to side. Quinn laughed at something Monty said, then kissed the jock on the cheek and laid his head on Monty’s shoulder.
“I’m ready when you are,” I said, and both of them looked up at me.
“Great.” Quinn stepped out of Monty’s arms and snatched his keys off the counter. “You want to ride with us or take your car?”
“My head’s still pounding,” I answered. “If you don’t mind bringing me back later, I’d like to ride with you.”
“No problem at all.”
Quinn stopped at the coffeehouse and got me a vanilla latte and a breakfast croissant with eggs and deliciously greasy bacon before heading to his house. The food helped me feel better. An hour later, my head no longer hurt, and I was able to actually enjoy my time with them without being miserable.
“Ugh, do we have to?” Quinn whined as Brian turned on the flat-screen TV to watch the game.
Monty threw an arm around Quinn’s shoulders and tugged him down with him on the couch. “I thought you’d like football by now.”
“Only when I have you to stare at.”
I cuddled up on the love seat with a throw blanket. “Just check out the hot guys in their sexy tight pants like I am, Beck.”
“Okay,” Quinn said. “I can do that.”
“I’m hotter,” Monty mumbled.
Gwen came into the living room with a platter of hot wings, chips, and a vegetable platter with ranch dressing. Monty dove right in and stuffed his face as he and Brian discussed the stats of the teams playing against each other. Quinn watched him with amusement and handed him a napkin when Monty got barbeque sauce at the corner of his mouth and all over his fingers.
I fell asleep somewhere within the first thirty minutes and snapped awake when Monty and Brian jumped up and screamed at the TV.
“Go, go, go!” Brian yelled.
“Hell yeah!” Monty called out as the team scored a touchdown. “That was a fucking beautiful play, baby!”
Quinn looked between his dad and boyfriend before looking at me. “Do you understand?”
I snuggled back onto the cushion, feeling my lids get heavy again. “Nope.”
Two days later, I was relaxing at home and mentally preparing myself for the upcoming workweek. We had several deadlines, plus an important meeting with a client on Thursday. The stress tended to make my boss grumpier and more short-tempered than usual.
I ran a hot bath and poured a glass of wine. My favorite way to wind down. I clicked on my Kindle once I was settled into the tub and scrolled through the million books waiting to be read in my library.
Quinn called them my “smutty books” because nearly all of them had a shirtless man on the cover and contained lots of yummy on-page sex. Smutty or not, I fucking loved them. My own life sorely lacked romance, so reading about gay dudes falling in love helped me escape my own sad reality for a while.
I read in the bath until the water turned too cold; then I got out, dried off, and slipped on a cotton robe, feeling refreshed and ready to kick the next week’s ass.
A notification dinged on my phone as I slid into bed. A text from Harry, formerly known as Henry-Heath. Despite his dorm room decked out in animated posters, I actually kind of liked him. Well, liked him enough to have met him the day before for another round of sex. Nothing serious would come of it, but he was fun for the time being.
