Page 65 of Back Room Host

“Wrong. I don’t work in the kitchen. Guess again.” Juri put his broken leg over the other and crossed his arms over his chest. Once more, he seemed like an entirely different person, even though he was sitting in front of me in sweatpants and a hoodie.

Who is this guy?

“Wrong?” I repeated, surprised. “Then what do you do?”

He tilted his head slightly. “Are you really that clueless?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Escort. Gay escort, to be precise. I’m a callboy.”

A few puzzle pieces gradually fell into place in my mind. Back when I asked him to be my muse, and he quoted me an outrageous price: 180 francs an hour. And then there were those bruises!

What the fuck?

Dumbfounded, I let my gaze wander around the living room and took a few steps forward. I leaned back on the kitchen counter. I felt like screaming or laughing, but I couldn’t produce a sound. Instead, I stared blankly ahead, remembering how he had sat naked on the edge of the bathtub, stroking his penis, and winking at me with a suggestive smile.

“What was that?” I snapped, turning around. “Why all these advances?”

“You never responded to them, did you?” he replied casually, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Why would I? I didn’t think you were serious.”

“How could you think that?”

“Because … I thought … After the thing at Exil … You didn’t want to kiss me, so … I assumed you weren’t interested in me.” A surge of anger welled up inside me. “But you kissed Hector?” I accused, my voice even trembling. “And that’s supposed to be work? You seemed to enjoy it a lot!” The images from last night flooded into my mind. “God!”

“What’s wrong with enjoying my work?”

I still couldn’t believe he was serious.Gay escort. How the hell …?I tried to somehow organize my thoughts. “Your work. Are you serious? I can’t believe it.”

My words struck a nerve. The hardness faded from his face, the iron cloak dropped, and for a moment, he seemed as vulnerable as a kitten. He uncrossed his arms and hugged himself, as if he were cold and drenched. A dark cloud descended over him as he struggled to maintain his composure.

We both fell silent, and I took a deep breath. I hadn’t expected the conversation to go in this direction, and I was still trying to sort out my thoughts when Juri pushed himself up from the table and closed the laptop.

“Where are you going?” I asked, puzzled.

“Forget it,” he muttered with his back to me. “I knew you couldn’t handle the truth.”

“How? What? But …”

He turned back to me, his face contorted. His tough exterior had been replaced by a sadness that seemed to weigh him down. With slumped shoulders, he stared at the ground. “I’m sorry. I should have told you. But you never asked, so I thought you weren’t interested.”

“I …”

Did I have to apologize? Or explain myself? I had no idea what to make of Gay Escort! But something in me sparked. My interest was piqued. But that had to wait because Juri was standing there like a beaten dog. And he wasn’t finished yet.

“I’m just used to calling things by their name,” he continued without looking at me. “And not kissing you was for my own protection. My rule. I … God! I don’t even know why I went into the back room with you. You weren’t even a paying customer!” He rubbed the sides of his temple and groaned. “But every time I look at you, I see your lips and …” He stopped abruptly and took a stuttering breath.

My gaze had been fixed on his mouth. It was beautiful! Almost instinctively, my body moved, bridging the four steps between us. I touched his cheek, slid my hand into his neck, and kissed him.

A shiver ran through me as I felt his soft lips against mine. I absorbed his breath and body heat. The kiss was so gentle. So sensual. His lip piercing on the side was electrifying. And as he kissed me back, my knees weakened, and my heart fluttered. Icouldn’t get enough of him. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. Maybe I squeezed a little too hard, eliciting a sigh from him. But I didn’t care. Since the thing at Exil, I had longed for those lips. And now I conquered them. I found his tongue and engaged it in a wild dance. The fact that he had just opened up like that made me incredibly hot. I could hardly think straight anymore, and even my cock was starting to show interest.

Fuck, this guy can kiss.

Juri eagerly slid his hands under my shirt, stroking my back, stomach, and nipples, clasping one hand in my neck, indicating with his firm grip that he wouldn’t let go of me anytime soon. When I felt his hard-on against my stomach, it ignited something within me. I wanted more from him, not just jerking off.

While we continued to kiss passionately, I got to work on his pants, slipping my fingers into his waistband, touching his hot stomach with my knuckles, and his hard-on with the tips. I elicited a soft moan from him. This allowed me to release my lips from his and kiss his neck. He smelled so good, so masculine, so spicy. A hint of vanilla lingered.

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