“Decent spelling skills. You deserve a cookie.” Cookie. That word on his lips. Cookie. He was adorable. Terrance was fucking adorable, and I couldn’t stop chuckling even as he narrowed his eyes at me. “Lothair, listen to me. In order to do my job properly, I need the identity of your lovers before you bring them to the house.”
“Forget it.” I snorted out another laugh. “I’m not doing a background check every time I want to bang a boy.”
Terrance the Iceberg didn’t even flinch. With his face smooth and stony like a Greek statue, he simply waited until I stopped laughing.
“From now on, if you want to bring someone here, ask for a full name and phone number and message them to me two hours prior at the very least.”
With that, he stood and gestured to the door.
“I’m tired. Good night, Lothair.”
I walked out of his bedroom a little stunned. He closed the door behind me.
What the hell? Who worked for whom here?
My first instinct was to message Carlos and have him fire Mr. Paranoid Harbinger first thing in the morning.
With my phone in my hand, I paused in my bedroom. I’d only have to hire another babysitter, and chances were, the next one wouldn’t be a shifter.
Alternatively, I could try removing that fat stick Harbinger had up his ass and replacing it with my cock. I wanted to see him seduced and desperate, surrounded by nubile boys,preferably tied up. I’d order them to suck his cock but not let him come. I’d watch him go insane with need before bending him over and teaching him how to take it like an omega in heat.
I slept in.I didn’t have to be on set until twelve, which gave me enough time to swim and have a lovely brunch. Terrance sat by the pool, reading, a cup of coffee on the table in front of him. The designer sunglasses he wore obscured his piercing blue eyes.
I looked around, and since I didn’t notice any staff milling around, I did what I normally only did at night. I dropped the swim trunks with the shorts I was wearing and dove into the pool naked. I couldn’t see his reaction because I was busy swimming, but when I resurfaced on the other side of the pool, Terrance was studiously polishing his sunglasses with the hem of his T-shirt. A large coffee stain adorned the table.
After six laps, I climbed out and wrapped a towel around my waist before walking up to Terrance.
“How was your night?” I asked.
“Good. Thank you. Yours?”
“Can’t complain. I don’t think I apologized for the noise.”
“No harm done.”
“What are you reading?”
“A newspaper.”
Mr. Obvious Superior needed a spanking, dammit. “Isn’t that a little old-fashioned? I didn’t even know I had those.”
“You don’t. I changed my subscription so I get them delivered here.”
“Why do you read newspapers, Terrance? Is there a seventy-year-old man trapped in your body?”
“I enjoy being informed. You should try it.”
I scoffed. He really thought I was a complete dumbass, didn’t he? I didn’t have much time to sit down and read, but I listened to podcasts and political commentary every day while working out. Fuck it. I didn’t have to explain or justify myself to this man.
Terrance turned a page in his newspaper, not looking at me. I was about to leave when he cleared his throat. “Speaking of being informed. Toby Olsen.”
“Who’s that?”
“Your guest from last night.” Why did he sound so smug?
“Ah! Toby from the Rosebud Club. Great ass. A screamer. What about him?”
“He has a significant social media presence.”
