I’m not, but I don’t want him to think I’m at home pining over him. “Yes, I am.”
His eyes come to me, and his jaw ticks as if he’s angered. “Where are you going?”
“Out to dinner with Molly and Aaron.”
“Who’s Aaron?”
“My friend I work with, the one who sits next to me. He’s gay.”
“Oh.” He cuts into his toast, mollified for the moment.
I watch him for a moment as he eats in silence. “Would it bother you if I were going clubbing?”
He sips his coffee, stalling for his answer. “Well, if your performance from last weekend is anything to go by, yes, it would.”
I smile softly.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I shrug; I like that it bothers him.
He rubs his hand up my bare thigh and leans over to kiss my cheek. “I’m not sharing you. I don’t want you dancing with anybody.”
I smile and rub my hands through his stubble as I look into his big blue eyes. “Good, then I won’t.”
An hour later, the limo pulls up in front of my apartment.
Jameson picks up my hand and kisses the back of it as his eyes hold mine. “Until Tuesday.”
I smile softly at the beautiful man in front of me. “Until Tuesday.”
I kiss him softly on the lips. The driver opens the car door, and I walk up to the front door of my building and turn and wave. The car waits for me to go inside and then pulls out slowly and drives down the street.
I exhale heavily as I anticipate spending the rest of my weekend alone.
Damn it, Tuesday is so far away.
I lie in a state of deep relaxation on my couch. Rebelling against Jameson, I did in fact order Uber Eats for one, and yes, I put the chain on my door, just in case.
My phone dances across the table, and the name Aaron lights up the screen.
“Hello.” I smirk. Damn, this man makes me laugh.
“Oh . . . my fuck,” he stammers. “I just hacked Paul’s email, and he’s meeting a guy at a club tonight.”
I sit up. “What?”
“Yes, and it
gets worse.”
“How can it possibly?”
“He’s been on Grindr.”
“Oh my God, are you kidding me?” I gasp. “He’s on Grindr?”
“Yes, get dressed. We are going down there to bust a move.”