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Hopefully it doesn’t change anything. I’m still a friend to him. My choices and my tastes are my own. Did I overstep? Maybe, but it still doesn’t change anything.
This morning, I go about the day as if I didn’t just drop my truth out there. The eggs are perfectly scrambled by the time he rolls out of his room, rubbing his eyes. He looks like he barely slept.
“Sleep well?” I ask when he takes a seat, and I hand him a glass of orange juice.
He shrugs, “kind of. Sorry about last night.”
With a wave of my hand, “it’s alright. I didn’t mean to snoop. Just wanted you to have a towel. I might have overshared.”
He shakes his head, “I don’t care who people like or what they prefer. You’re still a guy that helped me out when I needed it.”
Okay, so nothing changed. Did I want it to? Maybe. I mean I’m clearly attracted to him, but he is not. But I told myself upon friending him that I would keep it that way.
He frowns for a second, “can I ask you a question? A personal one?”
“Go ahead,” I say, setting a plate of eggs and toast in front of him. He opens and closes his mouth for a second and then says, “do you only like guys?”
I shake my head, “I like both. Love is love when it’s right. But I do prefer men over women.”
He stares at me, processing what I’ve said.
“What’s it like being with a guy?”
How do I explain that? How do I explain that I liked a man between my legs, sucking my cock better than a woman?
“I can’t really put it into words,” I state, and he seems to accept that.
He eats in silence as I clean up the kitchen. It’s not an awkward silence though.
I put the pan away and turn to him, “I need to get to the office. Take your time, do what you need to do. I’ll pick up dinner on the way home. Just text me what you like.”
He stands and takes his place to the sink, our arms brushing, “thank you for all of this.”
With a nod of my head, I hurry out of the room. The elevator doors can’t close fast enough, but when they do, I can finally breathe.
Too close for comfort. Just the scent of him makes me want to rip his clothes off and show him how good it can be with me, but I can’t do that to him.
The drive clears my head and I’m more focused when I stroll inside. The team is hard at work, phone calls, some typing away. Rachel follows me into my office, “the five owners are all in. The property manager of the office building is in as well.”
“Make sure with this restructuring that the property manager doesn’t raise prices. In fact, offer him a deal for a cash sale.”
Her eyes widen, “you want to buy it?”
Looking her in the eyes, “call it an investment. I will lower rent, and all of that will go to charity.”
She smiles, “that’s very generous of you. I will have Brad make him an offer.”
“Send him and Poppy over to the manager’s office, have the camera crew go with them.”
She nods. As soon as she walks out the door, Poppy walks in, “do you have a minute?”
Not really, not for her, but I can’t tell her that, “of course.”
She fiddles with her hands, “why are you letting Dasher stay with you?”
I frown, “because he said he needed a place to stay.”
She studies me for a minute, “do you like him?”