Page 63 of Mr. Naughty List
“The hot one.”
“I meant, girl or guy?”
At that moment, RJ’s eyes opened and, like he’d suddenly felt Aaron’s presence, they landed directly on him. Aaron raised a glass. A smirky smile twisted RJ’s lips, but he didn’t miss a beat of the song. His eyes took on a gleam.
“That one,” Aaron said, lifting his chin toward RJ. “In the reindeer antlers.”
“Hot damn,” Trevor said, laughing. “You had me all confused. Normally, I can spot a member of the family pretty easily, but you gave me a scare just now.”
“Oh no, you had me pegged from the start,” Aaron replied a bit flirtatiously, feeling RJ’s eyes on him and liking that. He touched the man’s forearm. “If I weren’t here to watch my lover, I’d absolutely be the man to buy a drink.” He watched Trevor’s eyes widen. “Unfortunately…” He shrugged.
“So, you’re saying another night when he’s not around I might have a chance?” Trevor grinned, eyes crinkling handsomely at the corners.
“Maybe.”
No reason not to flirt. When this fling ended and RJ left town, Aaron would need an option for getting off. So long as Trevor wasn’t a student’s father or stepfather or uncle or brother or cousin…
A weird twist in his stomach made his smile falter. He took a fast sip of his whisky to cover it up. The truth was, he didn’t want this man as a future option for sex. He didn’t want himever.
Shit. What had RJ done to him?
Aaron glanced toward the stage again and found RJ watching him closely, an expression on his face Aaron hoped might be jealousy. His twisting stomach unclenched into a whirl of excited butterflies. He wondered how a naughty elf might be punished for flirting with a hot man who wasn’t Santa. Aaron’s blood rushed wildly, and he smiled up at the man beside him.
“Trying to make him jealous?” Trevor asked, glancing toward the stage with a laugh.
“Why not? Might make for a fun night later.”
Trevor laughed heartily and leaned closer. “Is that how it is with you two?”
Aaron shrugged. He didn’t know how it would be. He hoped it’d be good, but who really knew? He was pretty excited to find out.
Trevor grimaced. “My ex was a real dick when he was jealous. No fun at all.”
Aaron met RJ’s gaze again. He wasn’t singing now, just strumming some steady chords while their pianist took a turn being the one to carry the melody. RJ lifted a brow at Aaron, a warning or scolding, maybe both, but his eyes sparkled with a dangerous humor.
“I think it’ll be okay.” Aaron patted Trevor’s cheek, feeling his smooth goatee beneath this thumb. “Thanks for sharing a drink with me. It’s been fun chatting.”
“Is that a dismissal?”
“It’s a ‘see you another time’ Maybe.”
Trevor laughed even harder, and Aaron slipped from his barstool to move closer to the stage, and closer to the man who was going to take him home tonight. And, with any luck, break him apart on his dick.
He couldn’t wait.
RJ kept aneye on Aaron throughout the rest of the show. The little shit was definitely trying to make him jealous with the slick-looking older guy at the bar. Which was hilarious. Mostly because it was working.
He didn’t know what kind of game Aaron was playing with him—hot and cold, pull and push—but he didn’t mind it. It probably had to do with all that shit Aaron had told him about his mom earlier in the day and the divorce, and maybe it had to do with his father too. Though RJ hadn’t quite worked that out yet. But whatever the case, RJ dug it.
Maybe it was the caveman in him, but he enjoyed the chase. Especially when his prey wasn’t really trying to get away but was simply making sure that he would definitely be caught. Because Aaron really obviously wanted RJ to catch him.
RJ grinned when Aaron abandoned his flirtation with the dude at the bar and brought his sexy ass closer to the stage. Something had changed in him tonight. Aaron was on fire with a wild light that RJ hadn’t seen in him outside of the bedroom. His eyes glowed, and he stared up at RJ with a defiant, challenging bravery that made RJ’s dick hard. Good thing he held his guitar slung slow.
Aaron sipped his whiskey, shimmying his hips every once in a while, and gazed up at RJ with eyes that were nearly as adoring as the ones Casey always had turned on Joel twenty-four-seven.
But there was something else in them too. A kind of mischievous gleam that hooked into RJ’s heart, tugged, and ripped it open to expose a hitherto unknown treasure trove of glee and affectionate anticipation.
Mr. Danvers was a hell of a tease.