Nothing Special V (Nothing Special 5)
“Do you want us to shotgun with Hart’s team?” Ruxs asked.
“No. Hart’s got it. So, with the trial postponed, that gives us another couple weeks of down time. And I think we all can use it. Besides, Leo and I have a few final things to organize.” God couldn’t hide his smile. With everything worked out for their wedding, he was thrumming with excitement. Now that they had answers about their schedule, God was booking their flight to Aruba. “We’re going to do casework, reviewing—”
“Aw. Come on.” Ruxs and Green were the first to complain – like always. None of them liked the mundane tedium of going through files. It was boring as hell. But God didn’t have time for whining and bitching. He stood there staring at the guys, the expression of pure exasperation on his face finally making them close their traps.
“Who’s that?” Steele nodded towards the glass wall, looking out of their department.
“Wow!” Tech’s eye’s widened, sitting up higher in his chair.
“Damn,” Syn whispered.
Day’s smile spread across his face and God already didn’t like anything about was getting ready to happen. The entire bullpen was on their feet, staring and moving towards the trio of men walking directly towards their department. God wished he’d stayed home in bed with his fiancé so they wouldn’t’ve been here for this surprise visit.
“You don’t recognize him?” Tech asked in awe, leaning into Steele’s shoulder.
“No. Why? Should I?” Steele frowned, looking around at everyone, but no one could take their eyes off the ridiculously handsome men entering their office. With them came an air of confidence and extreme wealth.
“Hey. No superstars allowed.” Day smiled and damn near jogged over and threw his arms around the man in the middle, holding him tight to him as the guy whispered something in Day’s ear that had him throwing his head back and laughing affectionately.
His classy trench coat was matched perfectly to his two-tone shawl collar shirt. It was masculine and the logo was one God didn’t recognize, probably too posh to be found where he shopped. His slacks looked custom made for him and his shoes looked Italian. The guy finally let Day go, his billion-dollar smile brighter than any light in their office. Day moved over and hugged the tallest one, looking him up and down like he liked what he saw. Who fucking wouldn’t? He wore dark slacks and a cream sweater with a thick gold herringbone decorating his neck. God kept his mouth pressed tightly together, not wanting to do anything that would make Day upset. The third guy was drool worthy. He’d seen him more than once, modeling in a culinary magazine or charming the pants off the female chefs on television. A sleek body encased in anther tailor-fitted blazer and matching slacks. The man oozed style and perfection, his light hazel eyes scanning the room, charismatic personality radiating from him, causing half of God’s men to melt in their fucking chairs just looking at him. The cool man held out his arms, the right side of his mouth curving up into a sexy grin while he encouraged Day to step into his embrace. Day hugged him more intimately than he hugged the others like the man was too beautiful to grab and manhandle.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Day finally asked, moving back to stand in front of the one in the middle. “Let me introduce you to everyone, first. I don’t think you’ve met the other guys.”
“No, I haven’t,” he said, too smoothly for God’s liking and he barely stopped his eyes from rolling to the heavens.
Day began pointing out everyone. “You remember Syn, Ruxs, Green, and Tech. This is our newest member, Edwin Steele. Michaels is on leave. And, I know you remember Ro, but he was injured so he’s home soaking up a lot of unnecessary pampering.” Day clasped his hand on the man’s broad shoulder. “Everyone, this is my best friend and frat brother, Prescott Vaughan, and beside him are his partners, that’s Dr. Edward Rickson, and this stunning man beside him is Blair McKenzie.”
“Being sex on a stick must be a job qualification to join your team, Leonidis. Looking around this table at all these strapping men has me considering a change in careers,” Blair said in a southern drawl that had each of the guys gushing at him and sticking their chests out a little further.
God looked at his guys, giving each of them a stare of disdain, which none of them saw because they were too busy gawking.
The trio made their way around the table shaking everyone’s hand, Prescott moving around until he was in front of God. He didn’t dare try to hug him, there was no use pretending they liked each other. God didn’t like the idea that Pres was the one that got away from Day. His fiancé had been in love with Pres the entire time they were in college. Had fooled around all four years, but Pres wasn’t ready to admit he was gay back then. By the time he was, Pres came back for Day, but he was with God. Irrespective of how long ago it was, God never shook the feeling that Pres was the one Day really wanted.