Page 56 of Unexpectedly Wanted
“Ummm… manipulate metal? Like that Magnet-y Man guy.” He knocked his fingers against his head. “With the cool helmet.”
“Magneto,” I corrected, doing my bestnotto correct him on Magneto’s powers, and everything he was capable of. I suppose if you wanted to simplify it, he did manipulate metal.
“Yeah, that one. Think that would be something neat to do.” He paused, face screwing up as if he’d just thought of something. “But he was bad, so maybe not like him.”
“You wouldn’t have to be bad just because you have those powers,” I pointed out.
“True. But isn’t it usually some kind of traumatic circumstance that makes a person turn that way? Not for nothing, but I got a fucked up past and issues coming out my ass.”
“It’s a choice, though. That’s what it boils down to,” I told him. “You’re too… nice. You wouldn’t make agoodbad guy.”
He laughed again.
“Thanks, I think.” He shook his head. “Anyway, back to Remy and why you’re staring at your phone.”
At the mention of it, I glanced back down at the device in my hand. The screen had gone black, and I was quick to bring the messages back up.
“I think I’m worried about him,” I said. My brows pulled together, and I felt as confused as I sounded.
“He’s still out?” Kyle asked.
“Yeah. Have you heard anything?” I paused, remembering that his man was out too, just on a different mission. “Roland’s away too, right?”
Did Kyle feel like this when Roland was out on missions? Was he feeling the same now?
“Okay. Up. Let’s go. Work’s done for the day,” he said, motioning with his hand for me to stand.
“But it’s only four. And I have things I need to do.”
“Which you’re not going to get done if you keep staring at your phone,” he pointed out. “Might as well take your mind off of it. My place. I know just the thing.”
“What?”
“Trust me, I’m a pro at this part by now,” he said, leaving me feeling even more clueless.
Twenty minutes later, I was walking into his apartment.
Not long after we arrived, and I’d tried to get comfortable in one of the chairs in the living room, Kyle opened the door for someone. He introduced the new man as Reese, and I admired how he walked in with confidence and flair. He didn’t make me feel the need to clam up right away.
As Reese settled in the middle of the couch, he pulled out a bottle of wine from the bag he had hanging from the crook of his arm.
“The last time I drank, I ended up in a bathroom stall with a twink on his knees,” I blurted out. “He was very skilled, but before I was done, he asked if he could borrow my glasses and wanted me to come all over his face while he was wearing them.”
Reese snorted while Kyle blinked at me with wide eyes.
“Not your kink?” Reese asked casually.
“It did nothing for me at all. I thanked him for the start, but then told him I’d like to finish alone.”
Reese snorted again, then looked over at Kyle and said, “I like this one. Where have you been hiding him?”
Kyle rolled his eyes at his friend.
“Kyle doesn’t drink either, so we can do this with lemonade, I suppose,” Reese said. Though his tone indicated he wasn’t happy about that, his face was soft and full of understanding. I didn’t quite get the theatrics, but I figured that was just him.
“I don’t have lemonade,” Kyle said. “Or lemons.”
“Text Theon. He’ll bring some over.”
