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"Great, Joel is waiting for us. You won't be that late."
The men scrambled for their shoes and raced to the elevator. Minutes later, they were rushing
to the limo.
Once they got seated, Jacob's stomach growled.
"Damn, I'm sorry we didn't have time to eat," Guy's heart ached. Jacob was going to work
starving. Who knew when anyone would think to feed the poor man? Guy sucked at taking care of his
mate.
"It's all right." Jacob patted Guy's knee. "I'll grab something. They usually have a table of food
out."
The rush of relief Guy felt was ridiculous. He had it bad, and he still had no idea how the
model felt about him.
Jacob leaned over and kissed Guy on the cheek, sending a wave of heat through his body.
"Thanks for last night. I had a great time."
"Me too." Guy couldn't have stopped his smile if he wanted to, though breathing appeared to be
optional.
His heart and entire future were in jeopardy, but he couldn't make himself care. As long as he
could keep Jacob, everything would be fine.
* * * *
Joel pulled up outside the building of Jacob's shoot and came around to open the door. "Will
you be all right?" Guy asked.
"Yes, Dad. I can even cross the street these days all alone," Jacob said, a teasing sparkle in his
eyes.
"Funny." Guy resisted the urge to give Jacob money to make sure he got a proper lunch. The
man was a successful model, not a stray Guy had picked up off the street. He was certain any money
handed over would be taken in the worst possible light. Guy let Jacob go with a kiss and a wave,
even though his instincts screamed to grab the gorgeous man tight and never let him out of his sight.
He saw Joel give Jacob his card as the driver held the door for Jacob. He hoped the proud man
would use it when he finished work for the day.
Shaking his head at his own foolishness, Guy waited until Jacob was out of sight before he
signaled Joel to move on.
He wasn't going to become some crazy stalker.
He wasn't.
* * * *
Jacob all but danced up the stairs to the door. He really liked Guy, and he had a feeling Guy
liked him back. There was no disguising the look of affection the other man gave him.
With a wide smile, Jacob glided through work. The tedious measuring, the makeup discussion,
and the boring endless fittings didn't touch his good mood.
"How's the new guy?" Gregor popped up beside Jacob's chair, his blue eyes sparkling with an
expression Jacob couldn't read.
"Wonderful. Don't think I didn't see you hitting on him."
Gregor shrugged. "I was just testing to see if he was only looking for a pretty face." He gave
Jacob another weird look. "He wasn't. He's really into you."
"You think?" Jacob couldn't hide his eagerness, even though he doubted Gregor was being
helpful for no reason.
The handsome model stared at Jacob. "Shit, what is it about you that everyone always likes?
You aren't any better looking than I am, yet I only get booked for the jobs you're too busy for or if they
want a second person. I probably make a fraction as much a year as you do, and now you have some
rich guy who's all gaga over you. You didn't see him jump to your defense. I thought I was going to
have to call security. One day you're going to fall on your ass, and I want to be there when it
happens." Gregor stormed off, leaving Jacob to watch him wide-eyed.
Where the hell did that come from?
* * * *
It was late when Jacob made it back to David's apartment. The shoot had gone long, and he was
bone tired.
"I see you weren't mugged and left at the side of the road," David said from his spot on the
couch. His eyes remained glued to his television as he spoke. His feet were propped up on the coffee
table, and he had a beer in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in his lap.
"What are you talking about? I texted you."
"Last night. I didn't know where you were all day."
"I was working. I had a shoot. I'm exhausted."
"Dinner is in the fridge."
Jacob stared at back of his cousin's head. "You didn't have to make me dinner."
"I didn't. Some guy in a uniform brought you food."
"Did you see what it was?"
"No. I just stuffed it in the refrigerator and ate my sandwich. We don't all have wealthy
boyfriends panting to take care of us."
"Not you too?"
"What do you mean?" Dave stood up and joined him in the kitchen.
"Gregor was harping on how people always like me and how I have a rich boyfriend. Just for
the record, Guy isn't my boyfriend. We had a one-night stand. The sex was great, but I'm gone too
much to have a steady man in my life."
"Well, I think your one-night stand wants to become a permanent fixture." David leaned against
the counter to watch Jacob open his dinner.
Jacob pulled out a huge platter covered in foil. Setting it on the kitchen island, he peeled back
the aluminum and let out a laugh. An array of tropical fruits and slices of cooked chicken were
arranged in the shape of a heart.
David's face turned serious. "You'd better give your mother a call. Since Milo didn't have you,
she suspected you were with me."
Jacob piled some food on a plate. "Did she sound sober?"
"It's hard to say. She said she's coming to New York, but the background noise sounded like she
was already on her way."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, she lives in a small town in the middle of nowhere, and when she called, the
background noise was so loud I could barely hear her."
Jacob nibbled on a piece of fruit. "What kind of noise?"
"I would say train, but it sounded more muffled, maybe a subway. But why would she call and
say she was coming if she was already here?"
"She told Milo she wanted to surprise me."
"Huh. Well, you know she freaks me out." David snagged a piece of fruit off Jacob's tray. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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