Page 22 of Silver Fox in Cedarwood

Isaac settled on his chair. “Then what brings you by?”

“You.” Saying the words out loud settled him. It felt right to admit he liked Isaac.

“Me? If you need to make an appointment, I’ll have the girls work you in.” Isaac opened his laptop. “How about seven tonight? We’re closed, but I’ll help a friend.”

“Friend?” A glimmer of hope flickered in his brain. If they were platonic, then a romance could happen.

“You’re here to check on my adoption of Stan? He’s doing great,” Isaac said. “Dorian was a little drunk the other night at the gentlemen’s club, but black coffee and sleep sorted him out.”

“I wasn’t worried about him. He had you as a nurse.” He’d been jealous, but he understood helping a friend when he was down.

“Oh.” Isaac paused. “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s going on? Did the nurses put you up to this? They’re pranking me, aren’t they?” He hopped up from his seat. “They would. They think I need a date or a freaking stripper or something. I’m not in a funk.” He started around his desk. “I’m not in the mood for a joke.”

Len caught Isaac in his arms. Being this close to the doctor was so inappropriate, but he couldn’t help himself. Holding Isaac felt right. He tried to speak, but the words came out in a jumble. “I’m here to ask you if you’d like to go out with me.”

Isaac’s eyes widened. “What?”

He forced himself to calm down. For all he knew, one of the nurses could barge in at any second. “You asked me if I wanted to go on a date and I didn’t answer. Now, it’s my turn to do the asking. Do you want to try a date—whenever it ends up being? I acted on impulse and looked you up online. I should’ve called, but showing up in person seemed like a better idea at the time.” He didn’t let go of Isaac. Up close, he noticed the flecks of sapphire in Isaac’s blue eyes. He longed to run his fingers over the bit of scruff on Isaac’s cheeks and the fullness of his lips. What would it feel like to kiss him?

“I…” Isaac shrugged away. “This is so wrong.”

“I’m too old. I get it.” He should’ve guessed, but he wasn’t irritated. Following his heart, rather than keeping to himself, was a good first step. Besides, Isaac and Dorian might be closer than friends now.

“No. You’re here.”

He frowned. “I’m embarrassing you?” He wasn’t going to change himself for anyone, but he’d leave if that made Isaac happy.

“No. Here. I—” Isaac locked the door. “I’m thrilled you’re here. Thrilled you want to go out.”

“But?” Len sounded like Aiden.

“I so want you to do me on my desk.” Isaac blushed and pressed his lips together. The muscle in his jaw twitched.

“Do you?” If Len had thought the situation through, he’d have changed his mind, but he wanted to spread Isaac out on the desk and fuck him senseless too.

“That’s very wrong and inappropriate. I have patients,” Isaac said. “I won’t lie, though. I’d rather see you.” He threaded his hands into his hair. “That’s the problem. I feel like a hornball when I look at you and I can’t do that right now. I have to be a professional. I can’t walk in on poor little Esther and her head cold with a damn hard-on. When I saw you at the club, I wanted to run into that lounge and talk to you.”

“Why didn’t you?” He’d have loved to have been wanted, especially in front of his friends.

“Dorian got drunk trying to impress a man.”

“It happens.”

Isaac rolled his eyes, then focused on Len. “I’m not dreaming, right? My blurted statements and Dorian aren’t putting you off? You’re really here?”

“I am.” If he wanted to be with Isaac, he had to invite him over and on a date. “Come over tonight. Bring Stan. I’ll make mocktails, and we’ll try a date. Nothing fancy, but if it goes well, then we can try something in public.” Besides, if he had some private time with Isaac, maybe they could explore the desire to fuck like rabbits.

“I won’t get out of here until after seven-forty-five,” Isaac said. “Plus, I’ll need to get cleaned up and change.”

“Doesn’t bother me. I want to see you.”

Isaac smiled. The dimple showed in his cheek. “I’d like that. Where, and is eight-thirty-ish okay?”

“Eight-thirty-ish is perfect. I’m on Delaney Drive. Six-seventy-two. I’m the only blue house on the north side of the street.” He wanted to reach for Isaac and smooth the wrinkles in his shirt.

Isaac grasped Len’s hand and grinned. “I’ll see you as soon as I pick up Stan.” He darted in and kissed Len.

The connection was quick, but damn. His knees wobbled and his lips tingled. Len wanted more. Lots more. “Until later.” He nodded to gather his wits. “I’ll see myself out.”

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