Page 79 of Thrill
“Tyler— Oh, I see, that’s a joke.”
“Of course it is. He works with me at Pleasure Seekers. He’s big in logistics.”
Scott came into the room with two wine glasses filled to the brim. He frowned at Tyler, who ignored him.
“That sounds like a good job,” she said. “Does he have his own place?”
“He has an apartment at the marina,” Tyler replied. “I’m heading there in a bit.”
Again, Scott caught his eye. Tyler knew he shouldn’t be doing this but he wanted to shut his mother up once and for all. If Danny ticked some of her boxes, she’d go easy on him.
“He sounds very nice,” she said. “I’d better let you go then. Please can you send me the details of when you’ll be arriving and all that? Deborah wants to know everyone’s whereabouts from five o’clock on the Friday.”
“Bloody hell,” Tyler exclaimed. “Why doesn’t she have us chipped and be done with it?”
“You said you wouldn’t make trouble. I hope you’re going to stick to that.”
“Yes, Mother. I’ll send you a full itinerary.”
They terminated the call. Scott handed him his wine.
“Logistics? Apartment at the marina? What are you playing at?”
“You don’t know my mother,” Tyler said, taking a large swig.
“Sounds like she doesn’t know who the real Danny is either.”
“There’s no need for her to have any more details. Have you chosen a movie yet?”
Danny would be there in minutes. Thankfully, Tyler had stopped at two glasses of wine with Scott. Due to the extreme measures Scott employed, any more and he would be fit for nothing. Still, a little buzz didn’t hurt.
He had a scented candle going, the bed was made again and Tyler had on a killer pair of black silk Tom Ford pyjama bottoms with a white Calvin Klein crewneck. He wished he had a bloody mirror.
Tyler made a mental note to nag the company he’d bought his bedroom furniture from. He was a Head of Procurement. This wait was unacceptable.
The doorbell rang. Snapping him out of his grumbling.
Tyler ran down the stairs and flung the door open. A pale Danny stood on the other side. Tyler held his arms open. Danny walked into them and sighed. Tyler hugged him close.
“God, I need this,” he said into Tyler’s neck.
“Come on inside,” Tyler said. “I’ve got loads more where that came from.”
He led Danny up to his bedroom.
“Looks nice in here.”
“Okay,” Tyler said, pulling Danny’s coat off him. “I’m going to get the shower going. I would like you naked by the time I return.”
Danny laughed. “You’ve become very bossy since I left.”
“Correct. Then you can get some PJs on. I’ll be available for snuggle duties all night. I’ll also be ready to listen to every word you say.”
Danny rested his hands on his hips. “I think you’re amazing.”
They kissed. Instantly, Tyler got a hard-on. That wasn’t his intention. He wanted to create a safe space for Danny, not sex. Well not at first.
Tom Ford clearly hadn’t allowed for rogue erections when he’d chosen the flimsiest fabric for his nightwear.
