Page 14 of Jace 4Ever
Jace
Isigned my name on the bottom of the NDA and pushed it back toward Angela. She placed it on the pile and grinned at me.
“Well done, young man. Most women, and a large portion of the gay male population, will now hate you.”
I blushed furiously at her insinuation, but I knew she was right. I’d slept with Nelson Powers, Xavier Renegade himself.
His arms wrapped around me from behind, and he kissed the column of my neck. “Angela, darling, are you trying to steal my man?”
“No, but if you’re a package deal, I’ll take both.”
I choked a bit on the air around me, but managed to retain most of my dignity. Nelson just chuckled at the suggestion.
Angela moved off, collecting everyone’s NDAs and reminding them why they were signing them. Austin looked absolutely stricken that he had let his gay kitty out of the bag in such an obvious way. I didn’t care. Nelson didn’t either. For the one brief moment Austin had kissed Uriah, I could see delight in Uri’s eyes. They were in love, and I hoped that Austin conquered whatever fear he had of coming out as gay.
“Plans for the day?” Nelson asked.
“I have a job this week,” I answered, “so I need to be home and in bed by about eight. Filming starts at six a.m.”
“Ooh.” I grinned. “What’s filming?”
Goddamn. I couldn’t tell him the truth. “Just some commercials. Nothing big.”
“Have you had any good gigs lately?”
“Not really,” I said quietly.
In fact, not for a solid year. Maybe longer, at that. I bit my lip, and it seemed like he got the idea that I didn’t want to talk about it.
He kissed my cheek from behind me. “Why don’t we go walk the Highline for a while? It’s a gorgeous day. I have nothing going on. If you don’t mind that we’ll be attacked by a rabid fan once in a while?”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Really? You want to?”
“Why not?”
What the hell was going on? Nelson wanted to hang out with me? I had gone into that bedroom last night with no notion that it was anything more than a romp and we’d go our separate ways in the morning.
He wanted to walk the Highline with me.
“This sounds like a date?”
“Would that be so bad?”
My heart was thundering. “No. No, it wouldn’t be so bad.”
“Good. We’ll go walk the Highline, and then we can get dinner at Cookshop.”
“I can’t afford—”
“I asked you out. I pay.” He grinned.
This was probably one of the few times I’d be able to go to Cookshop without a group of friends covering my bill. And to do that with Nelson? “All right. That sounds like a good afternoon.”
“It will be.”
“You’resure I can’t drop you at your place?” Nelson said, leaning against the Lyft waiting for him.
“I’m sure.” I gestured to the subway station behind me. “This is fine. This drops me just a block from my place.”
