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“I didn’t mean to make you feel badly. I was only trying to help you.” Was I really? Why did I jump at the chance to get that apartment when I was speaking with my friend earlier that morning and he’d happened to mention it? I’d been tempted to make an offer right on the spot, and I barely waited an hour before I contacted him about it. At least a part of me had been trying to “take care” of Connor Floyd since the moment I met him.
“But why?”
Damn good question. I wish I had an answer for him. This was so totally out of character and not like me at all. I sat back in my chair, imagining his face, wet with tears that I’d caused, usually something I’d enjoy. This time I realized I didn’t enjoy it one damn bit and I had no reply that he’d accept, because I had no idea myself.
“Stop that crying. I don’t want anything from you, if that’s what you’re thinking. I was simply trying to help. You must know that the money is nothing to me.”
“It’s everything to me.”
I sighed and closed my eyes. I was getting a headache. “Well, then. Good. So you can stop crying.”
“I’m not crying.” Ridiculous boy. He was sobbing in my ear at that very minute.
“Connor, stop all this. My God, what do you do when someone does something bad to you? All I’m doing is trying to help.”
“I know that. And it’s so nice. No one has ever been so nice to me before. But I don’t know what you expect in return. I’m not a slut, you know. Well, maybe I am. I would be for you if you wanted me to.”
I closed my eyes, as my dick suddenly leaped to attention. “Connor…don’t…”
”Do you like that idea? Because if you do, and you want me to come back over there and suck your dick again, I totally will. Just send Mr. Roberts back over here, and I’ll totally come over.”
“Stop that. That is most definitely not what I want.”
There was a silence on the other end of the line and then a deep sigh. “Okay. Because I’m not your type, right?”
“No, actually, you’re not. I’m sorry. I went over this with you before you left.”
“I know. Cruz told me that too. But since neither of you really know me at all, I wonder how you know what type I am? I might be exactly what you need.”
“You’re not.”
There was a little silence and then a tiny voice. “I wasn’t expecting anything from you, you know.”
The image of him in my bed came back to me then—his pretty brown hair on the pillow, his eyes with those lush eyelashes fanning his cheeks, and one cute little foot with red nail polish for god’s sake, sticking out from under the sheets. No wonder his feet had been cold.
And those soft little snores he made. The way I wanted to wreck him and fuck him right through the mattress. Then turn him over and seize his wrists to pin them to the top of the bed. Punish him for all the lies he’d told and all the trouble he’d caused me. For making me think about him so much and worry about him like this. Make him moan and cry and beg me to stop in that sweet voice. Spank his gorgeous little bottom until it was bright red, and then stick my tongue inside him until he came all over himself.
I had to adjust myself in my chair, because the image was so real, so perfect. It was what I wanted more than my next breath.
I stood up abruptly and walked over to the window in my office to look outside, my dick trying to bore a hole through my pants.
“I’m going to send Richards over to check you out of the hotel and pick you up soon. He can take your things to the new apartment.”
“I have to get some stuff from my old place and pick up my car.”
“Yes, of course. He can help you with all that.”
“Okay. Well, Cruz did say I could move in right away if I wanted to.”
“Good. That’s good, right?”
“Yeah—I mean, yes, Sir. But I don’t know how I can ever pay you back for all the money you’ve spent on me. Are you sure you won’t let me come by later to suck you off?”
“Definitely.”
“But how else can I repay you?”
“We can talk about it later, after you’re back on your feet.”
