“You can’t tell me that you and Isaac are dating?”
“Shhh.” I frantically look around the office to make sure no one else has walked in and overhead our conversation. “Please. It’s a secret. No one can know. No. One.”
“Okay. I won’t tell anyone. I’m sorry if I put you in an awkward position. I think you guys are perfect for each other.”
“I think so, too, but…” I trail off, not wanting to tell her Isaac’s private business.
“Isaac isn’t out,” she finishes for me. I nod. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep it to myself.”
“Thank you.”
Hope returns to her desk, and I go into my office, closing the door behind me. I hate having the door closed, but I need a few minutes to compose myself. What the hell am I going to do? I can’t tell Isaac that Hope knows. Can I? Should I? Great. One more secret to add to the list. Boyfriend of the Year.
EIGHTEEN
ISAAC
The doorbell rings a little before seven. I’ve been pacing the kitchen for the past fifteen minutes. Taking Evan to Francisco’s sounded like a good idea on Tuesday morning, but now I’m having second thoughts. It’s the perfect place for a date night if I want the world to know about Evan and me. The atmosphere is romantic and it’s becoming more and more difficult to keep my hands off the man I love. I’m afraid this secret is going to ruin us.
“Hey,” I greet with a smile I hope masks my inner turmoil.
“Hello.”
Evan follows me into the house. “Do you want a glass of wine or a beer before we leave?”
“Sure. Red wine if you have it.”
I pour us both a glass and hand one to Evan. For two people who rarely drank before we met, it’s becoming part of every date now. It’s usually only a glass or two, but definitely a change from the norm.
“This is good. It’s different than the one we had with the steaks.”
“Yeah, that was a Pinot Noir. This is a Malbec.”
“I like it.”
“I thought I’d call for a car so I can buy my boyfriend a bottle of wine at my favorite restaurant.” I lean in and kiss him for several seconds before breaking the kiss and picking up my phone from the counter. “I made a reservation for seven forty-five, so I’ll go ahead and call the car while we enjoy our wine.”
I pull up my app and once I secure a car, I lead Evan to the couch. “How was your day?” I ask but start kissing him again before he can answer. When he breaks the kiss, I chuckle. “Sorry. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I’m okay with that.” He winks and takes a sip of his wine. “To answer your question, my day was good. How was practice?”
“Not bad. My workout this morning was more intense than practice.” I stare at Evan and his pupils darken at my implication.
“Intense? Why?” he croaks, his voice coming out a little higher than normal.
I clear my throat and take a sip of my wine. We’re not going to make it to dinner at this rate. “Let’s just say, I was a little worked up this morning even after a cold shower and taking care of… things.”
I stayed at Evan’s last night and we got a little hot and heavy this morning before I left for practice. It was the bestnot sexI’ve had. It’s getting more and more difficult to stop myself. I’m not going to push Evan to do something he’s not ready for, but I need him more than I’ve ever needed anyone.
Evan scoots closer and runs a hand from my knee to my crotch at an agonizingly slow pace. Anticipation rocks meand fire shoots through me when he rubs my hardening cock. “What kind of things?” he whispers.
My heart beats faster and my breath is heavy. Closing my eyes, I drop my head to the back of the couch. “You know what kind of things,” I barely get out.
My phone dings, alerting me the car is here. Fuck! Evan moves his hand, stands up, downs the rest of his wine all in one fluid motion as if he didn’t work me up to the point that a few more seconds would have made me need a change of clothes.
“Let’s go,” he calls, opening the door while I remain motionless on the couch. It takes another couple of minutes before I calm down enough to join him.
“You’ll pay for that,” I whisper as I lock the door. It’s a promise I made last Sunday, but never followed through on. This time, he’s not going to get away with it.