Day waved his hand in a get-to-the-point gesture. “I’m not feeling the love yet, Johnson.”
Johnson strolled over to Day, in what he obviously thought was a sexy strut, looked down at him with those dark brown eyes, and Day had to stifle an urge to let his gaze travel lower.
“Damn, you smell good,” Johnson said out of the blue. His look full of lust, he completely forgot the evidence and everyone else in the room.
God spun around and barked, “Whose fucking gun is that, dipshit?”
Johnson jumped at God’s hard voice. “It’s Lamar Jenkins… the guy you busted last week, who’s still refusing to roll over on his kingpin. The search team found this gun under his bed, along with several others. I think a bargaining chip of twenty-five to life will have him reconsidering his vow of silence.”
Day looked at God with surprise and saw his devious smirk. They were talking again with their eyes, their look saying, “Finally, this is just the break we needed.” God nodded his head once and Day moved from his perch on the corner of the table and headed to the door, both knew exactly where they were going… over to lockup.
“Hey, hold on, Leo.” Johnson grabbed the evidence bag and jogged over to the door, pausing in front of Day. He leaned against the doorjamb and propped his arm up on the wall beside Day’s head. Day hated when men used their height to stand over him… it grated on his nerves… all men except for God. Day refused to look up at him.
“You busy this Friday? My dad got me box tickets to the Braves game,” Johnson boasted.
“Good for daddy, Johnson, but I’m not a baseball fan,” Day lied and sidestepped to head out the door, but was again blocked by the tall man.
Day heard God let out a small growl from behind him in the room but chose to ignore it.
“That’s cool, Leo.” Johnson was damn near standing on top of him as he spoke, but he’d be damned if he was going to back up.
“So just talking would be nice… would you like to come to my place tonight for a glass of wine?”
“Not even if Jesus was pouring it,” Day responded quickly. He heard God let out a loud laugh and the sound of it made the corner of his mouth turn up. God rarely laughed—hell, the man rarely smiled—but somehow, Day could make him do both.
“What the fuck are you laughing at, Godfrey?” Johnson moved away from Day.
“You, daddy’s boy.” God’s smile disappeared as fast as it came, and he was back to typical, intimidating God.
“Fuck you. I know Day is just showing off for you.” Johnson turned back to look at Day. “I’ll be sure to catch you when you’re alone.”
“I’ll be sure to have my rape whistle,” Day retorted.
Johnson turned a frustrated look at God. “I’m not finished with you yet, either.” With that hanging in the air, Johnson walked out the room.
“Duly noted,” God said with an uninterested shrug.
Day slammed the door behind Johnson, leaving just him and his partner in the room alone. Day killed the lights.
“Setting the mood, Leo?” God grinned at him.
“I want to talk to you now.”
“You can’t always get what you want, Leonidis,” God rebutted.
“I want you,” Day said, with no hesitation.
The room was deathly silent. After a few long seconds God responded simply, “No you don’t.”
“I do. Isn’t it obvious?” Day moved a little closer.
“You don’t know what the fuck you want. I’ve watched you for four years, jumping from bed to bed and fucking your way through half of Atlanta. I have one emotional night and all of a sudden you want me… fuck you,” God said gruffly.
Day’s body heated at the sound. He moved closer to where God was standing on the opposite side of the table.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was supposed to be saving myself for marriage, and even more, I didn’t realize you were a goddamn virgin. How many women have I seen you fuck in that pussy-magnet truck of yours, huh?” Day lowered his voice as he stood directly in front of God. “Just tell me you didn’t feel what I did last night.” He closed the small gap, not minding God’s height at all, and looked up into electric-green eyes. “Tell me you don’t want me too, and I’ll back the fuck off.”
God looked down at him and Day could see the uncertainty all over that ruggedly handsome face.
“Shit’s complicated, Leo.” God’s breath ghosted across his forehead.
“Make me understand, Cashel,” Day whispered, and slowly brought his hands up to rest on God’s waist.
“What makes you think I’m gay or bi?” God asked avoiding Day’s request.
“Really? Maybe it’s this that makes me think that.” Day boldly palmed and squeezed God’s rock-hard erection.