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“Seriously?” Sam shoved away from him, though he was dying to straddle Jesse instead. “My father has no say in who touches me, Jesse. I’m an adult, and I make those choices.”
“My boss also forbids it.” Jesse sat up, brushing a hand over his hair. “It’s against policy to get involved with a client. I can’t cross that line.”
“A client.” Sam pushed from the bed as his heart sank. He had no reason to get angry with Jesse. Not when both the security company and Malcolm had told Jesse to keep his hands to himself. The guy could lose his job, so Sam needed to be more considerate. “You’re right.”
That didn’t mean his pride hadn’t taken a ding, so Sam walked out of the room. He stopped short when he reached the kitchen. Knox and Fletch were in there cooking. The food smelled wonderful, and Sam hadn’t realized the aroma clung to the air because his mind had been elsewhere.
“Good morning.” Knox winked at him. “Hope you brought your appetite.”
“Just made fresh coffee,” Fletch said from the table. “Help yourself.”
Sam wanted to go back to his room, but Jesse was in there. He needed to call Gloria and let her know he’d be in today. Sam wasn’t sitting around with these men. Not because they were wolves. Well, not wholly because they were. Sam just didn’t know them. He also needed something to do with his time besides sit around and lust after a man he couldn’t have.
Fletch got up and grabbed a mug from the counter. “How do you take your coffee?”
“I-I can get it.” Sam went over to Fletch, and the guy handed him the empty cup. He noticed how Fletch was careful not to touch him. Was it because Sam was a demon or had Malcolm’s dumb order been passed on to the guy?
Right now Sam was pissed at Malcolm. Grateful for the security but pissed because he wanted Jesse so badly that he could barely think past the need.
“About time you got up,” Knox said.
Sam looked over his shoulder and saw Jesse behind him, fully dressed in a pair of faded jeans that hugged his hips nicely and a gray Henley shirt. What he was wearing was a far cry from the suit he’d had on yesterday. Now he looked rugged, his shirt hugging his lean muscles.
Sam looked away, grabbed some coffee, and hurried past Jesse. Once he was in his room, he closed his door. The coffee was damn good. Sam usually either made it too weak or too strong, but Fletch’s brew made Sam sigh in gratitude. He sat on his bed and grabbed his phone off the nightstand, dialing Gloria.
“Morning, Sammy,” Gloria said with a yawn. “Am I late for work?”
“No, I just wanted to call you to let you know I’ll be in today.” Sam took another sip of his coffee, because how could he not? He was going to have Fletch teach him how he made it.
Gloria groaned. “You called me at seven in the morning to tell me you’re gonna be in today? Oh no, honey. I know you, Sammy. There’s another reason.”
She knew him too well. “I may or may not have kissed my bodyguard.”
“What?” Gloria shouted. “Please repeat that because I thought I heard you say you made out with Mr. Delicious.”
The tips of Sam’s ear caught fire. “We didn’t make out. We just kissed.” Sam sighed. “Then he called it quits.”
“Oh, honey. Why?”
Sam explained to her what Jesse had said about Sam being off-limits.
“I swear there are times when I want to wring your daddy’s neck,” Gloria huffed. “Then there are other times I want to suck his—”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” Sam grimaced and gagged. Malcolm might be extremely handsome, but he was still Sam’s father. Gross.
“Get over yourself, Sam. Your father is a stud for a guy his age. By the way, you never told me how old he is. But you know what? That doesn’t matter. I’d drop to my knees for him and show daddy just what he’s missing.”
Sam made more gagging sounds. “Stop putting those images in my head, or I’m telling Mavis your ass is totally fake.”
Mavis being Gloria’s rival in the drag shows, and even more dramatic than Gloria.
“You wouldn’t,” Gloria growled.
“A cushy tushy from a catalog.” Sam sounded sincere, but he would never betray her. Gloria was his bestie, and he would kill for her. Almost did once when some guy got too handsy and acted as if he didn’t know what the word no meant. Between Sam and Gloria, the guy walked out of the club with a limp.
Okay, so maybe he wouldn’t kill for her, but he’d make someone walk funny.
“Fine,” Gloria sniffed. “Explain the kiss to me and I’ll tell you if you have a shot with Mr. Sexy.”
