Page 19 of Tobias

He’s living his best life right now. Actually enjoying life. Hanging out with his friends. Getting wined and dined by strangers. Taken out nearly every night, having all expenses paid for on top of getting an hourly rate. He is so free. Of course he’s smiling. I’d be smiling if that were my life too. But it’s not. Because I have a fiancée, and I’m theCOOof a tech company that’ll all be mine one day. For the first time, it all scares the shit out of me.

Chapter Eight

Tobias

I shouldn’t be fucking with him the way I am, but I can’t help it. He’s too easy—in so many ways. I’ve dated many guys, but most of them are well aware they like guys and I’m just their secret. I date women too, of course, but only for the money. There is something about the way Theo reacts to me. The way he’s so intrigued by me. So curious. The way his body responds to my touch. How shy he is, but how badly he wants this. It’s dangerous. Especially since he’s engaged. I need to remember that. Not only for myself, but for his fiancée.

Cheating is a huge no-no in my book. Not only because I’ve been cheated on, but it hits me on a deeper level than that. I shouldn’t have eluded to him cheating on his fiancée to see if he likes men, but I was trying to give him advice I thought would help him. Cheating is never okay, so hopefully he’ll break up with her first.

“What time do you have to be home?” I ask when we’re back at our table, full drinks in our hands.

He frowns at me. “I don’t have a curfew.”

“Fiancée won’t be waiting up for you?”

“We don’t live together.”

Hm… well, that’s interesting. I raise a brow in question.

“Our parents are old-fashioned and don’t want us living together until we’re married.”

That’s fucking weird. He’s an adult and still listens to his parents? Whatever. I’m not here to judge, just here to make money and have some fun.

“So, if you have so much freedom, why haven’t you just taken someone home?”

I’m not sure why I’m broaching this subject. I shouldn’t take him home or let him take me home or even let him think he has a chance to take me home. It’s bad for so many reasons. Not only because I’m not supposed to but because he’s engaged, and this is a mess waiting to happen. All I need is some scorned future wife to start harassing me. It happened to me once before, a few years ago. Foxy had to get a restraining order on her because she was fucking with the entire company. I don’t like lying, but I had to lie to Foxy and say I didn’t sleep with the guy. That his fiancée saw us on a date and got pissed. Sleeping with clients is too risky, and not worth it. Most of the guys aren’t even good lays.

“Because I…” He pauses, looking at his drink before taking a sip. “I don’t knowhowto be with a guy.”

I’ve never dealt with that issue because I was young when I had my first time with a guy and a girl, and so I wasn’t worried about it. No one knew what they were doing. I get the anxiety around it at his age, though. At this point in life, you're expected to know it all when it comes to sex. It's not fair.

“What part are you worried about?” I get more comfortable in my seat. The music is still loud around us, most of the people dancing their hearts away, but my full attention is on Theo.

“All of it?” he says with a laugh. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but… with Marianne? She always takes control, and so I don’t have to really worry about it.”

“Why do you think it would be different with a guy?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Honestly, I have no idea. I guess I’m also worried about freaking out in the middle of it and them thinking I’m a spazz.”

I chuckle, nodding. “Yeah, I’ve experienced a few of those.”

“Seriously?” he asks, looking shocked.

“Sure, it happens. In the moment, I thought they were aspazz, but after thinking about it, I figured they were just nervous.” I take another sip of my drink. “Just because I’m out, I know not everyone is. This is a scary world for this community and especially for a lot of men. I’m not here to judge.”

He finishes his drink, then puts the glass down as he gets up. He moves in front of me, leaning over me and putting his hands on the back of the booth to cage me in.

“Let’s go dance?” he asks in this low voice that’s pretty damn sexy and came out of nowhere.

But I like it.

I smirk. “You sure you wanna do that?” I ask, dipping my eyes to his pants, where his dick is still raging hard. Good for him for still hanging on to that.

“You going to be mad if I come in my pants?” he asks with a lopsided smile. Obviously he's drunk.

I bark out a laugh as my insides warm. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”

He stands up straight, offering me his hand. “Then let’s go.”

---