“What are your plans for today?” I asked.
His expression darkened. “Work matters.”
“What do you do, Gray?”
“Excuse me?” He raised an eyebrow.
“What do you do?” I repeated, curiously. “I mean, I have a file that tells me about your responsibilities and I’m working on the biology —”
“I believe we both worked on the biology.”
The comment made me roll my eyes. I’d worried things might become awkward, but some tensions had lifted. Gray was still aggravating, and I was still dealing with his mood swings.
“You’re ignoring my question,” I pointed out.
Grayson stood in front of me and shrugged. “Mostly, I listen to people and decide if I should grant what they desire.”
“How do you decide?”
“I just know who’s deserving. When someone prays to me, I can feel it. I understand the depth of the request being put to me,” he explained. “If they’re worthy, then I give them my time. If their reason resonates enough, then I’ll grant it.”
I pulled a face. “But you’ve been doing that while you’ve been here. That’s the bare minimum you do, right?”
Gray advanced, stopping in between my legs and looking down at me. I refused to meet his eye and sipped from my mug to keep myself occupied.
“There’s plenty up there that you don’t know about,” he reminded me. “Plenty of things we do to keep your world nice and safe.”
The way he said it made my hairs stand on end. “Like what?”
“I don’t think so, Scott,” Gray said. “Just because we slept together doesn’t make us equals. You don’t need to know divine business.”
That comment irked me. For a split second, I thought about tossing the contents of my mug at him, but took another sip instead, preparing an argument, when a loud knock broke the silence.
“You need to move,” I said, putting the mug on the counter.
“Where are those impeccable manners from last night?”
“Move.”
Gray’s face came close to mine, the tip of his nose running along my cheek. “Say please.”
My brain struggled to run along logical tracks. My mind and body ran carelessly along a tightrope towards what he wanted.
“Please.”
With a smirk in place, Gray straightened up and took two steps back as I slipped off the counter.
“If you're going to Sal’s, I’ll join you,” he said casually.
“I’m not going to Sal’s,” I called as I left the kitchen.
I needed to put as much space as possible between us.
Gray followed me through the house. “Where are you going?”
Opening the front door, Matt stood on the doorstep. He was dressed in a t-shirt and pair of shorts, flashing me a smile so wide that his dimples showed.
“Hey,” he said brightly. “Ready for our date?”
