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"Three o'clock is great. I'll see you then." With that, they closed the call, and Parc simply stared at his phone for a few seconds, caught up in the enthusiastic anticipation of what lay ahead. He had a couple hours, so he headed up to his apartment on the third floor to change and freshen up.
He’d moved into one of the vacant apartments a few months back, finding it more convenient to be near his work. Cross and his mate Autry lived on the second floor, and he preferred to be closer at hand in case Cross needed him.
Crash Coffee was not the best coffee house in the area, but he'd gladly go anywhere if it meant Danny would be there with him. Next time he'd pick the place. Superior Coffee was better by far and was adjacent to a city park.
CHAPTER THREE
Danny stared at the phone for several minutes, shocked that he'd just arranged a coffee date with that drop-dead gorgeous bartender from last night. He'd sat there for over an hour waiting and hoping the guy would call him. Danny had decided if Parc hadn't called soon, he would call because everything in him was insisting that he not let that sexy man get away.
Danny had dated a couple times since moving to town but found no one of real interest until last night, and his eyes landed on that masterpiece of male perfection, Parc Kingsley. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say or how he would explain himself if it had been left for him to call. Thankfully, he’d been spared any possible embarrassment by Parc making first contact.
Now there was a coffee date pending, and he desperately wanted to look good because it would be the real first impression. Last night was an awkward way to meet and did not qualify as a first impression. He had a second chance to put his best foot forward and maybe get somewhere with the sexy bartender.
The way Parc's bare chest, with its hard planes and sculpted muscles, flexed and flattered was pure art. The leather pants he wore were in a class all by themselves, molding that body to absolute perfection, and that face was dark and mysterious and so alluring it was almost an enchantment.
Danny found himself beginning to sweat, and his breathing became labored at the memory of that firm chest and those leather-clad thighs. He'd never met a man like Parc before and never felt such a yearning for a man he only just met. It was all physical. It had to be, but it didn't matter. He wanted this man, even if just for one night. He wanted to experience what a man like Parc could do, and he wanted to touch that body and taste what he had to offer.
He showered and was trying on a variety of different things when his phone rang. He checked the number before answering and noticed it was the Sergeant. He answered immediately. “Hello, sir.” He stated and waited.
“I need you to come in early.” He said and paused.
"Okay, of course; what time?" He was crossing his fingers that it wasn't going to interfere with his coffee date with Parc.
"Half an hour early." He paused again and then added. "I'm having a meeting with everyone who participated in the raid last evening at Club Zephyr. There has been a complaint of organized harassment." That did not surprise Danny, considering the number of calls they had gone on in the last month that appeared to be targeting the club district.
"Yes, sir." He wanted to get off the phone and finish getting ready for his date.
"I'll need you to rewrite your report from last night in more detail. Also, if you were involved in any of the previous raids of Club Zephyr or one of the other clubs on the strip within the last month, I'll need you to review those reports as well." The Sergeant sounded off, scattered, and indecisive something must be really bothering him.
“I was only involved in the raid last evening.” Danny clarified.
"Okay, well then, rewrite your report." He told him a little more firmly.
"Yes, sir." He would not lie, but he would add whatever detail had been left out and would clarify what was already there. It, unfortunately, sounded like the Sergeant was attempting to cover his ass, but that was not Danny's problem, and he would not allow it to become his problem.
He settled on a white pullover and a pair of faded blue jeans that accentuated his assets, along with a pair of black boots. After giving his blond hair a little product, he was ready to head out. Nervousness overtook him temporarily as he got into his car and began to think about Parc Kingsley. He wondered if Parc was feeling the same if he were just as attracted.
Danny parked across the street from the coffee house, and as he approached, he noticed that Parc was already there, seated at an outdoor table, and had already ordered their coffee. At that moment, he knew that Parc was definitely feeling the same pull, and he smiled. God, he looked good. Danny realized he'd begun to breathe heavily, so he made an effort to calm down and clear his mind of all the salacious thoughts running through it.
Parc turned and looked at him, and their eyes locked. It was a pleasant sensation of being owned, and it felt absolutely mouthwatering. Parc stood as he approached, and it was something he'd not expected but appreciated. "Hello," Parc said in that deep voice that thrilled with promise. Danny could listen to that voice all day and especially all night.
"Hello," Danny responded with a half grin, and suddenly Parc was helping him get seated before returning to his own chair. The man was impressive on every level, it would seem.
“I ordered you coffee with cream and sugar on the side.” He explained.
"Thank you," Danny added a little sugar and a considerable amount of cream and noticed that Parc watched him very closely. Being so close to this man once again brought back the same giddy delight that he’d felt last night when questioning him. It was a great feeling.
“It’s good to see you again.” He began with a soft opener.
"I'm glad you called," Danny added his gentle response. They continued in a manner best described as a quiet calm, nothing too deep but everything informative. Parc was proving to be a practiced coffee companion, but Danny wanted so much more from this dark, handsome acquaintance.
Somehow Parc seemed to pick up on his needs and reached over to cover Danny’s hand with his own. The touch and the warmth were mesmerizing, and Danny nearly melted into the tabletop.
"You're very handsome, Danny Atwater, and I would like for us to get to know one another better." Danny could not hold back the smile that engulfed him at that clear statement of interest.
“I’d like that very much.”
Parc decided that he'd danced around long enough he could scent the interest and arousal coming off Danny, and it was thick. He wanted Parc as much as Parc wanted him, just as Cross had predicted. It was time to make his intentions clear and see how far it got him with this lovely man in the snug, faded jeans.
