Page 29 of Roleplay at Randy's
ELIAS
I kind of figuredMatty would brush me off. Chalk it up to a joke and pretend I’d never said anything.
But there it is when I check my phone at the end of my shift, street clothes back on and ready to brave the worsening autumn air for the trek home.
Matty likes to call me sexy, but I think that’s all him.
I can’t think straight when I’m with him. I know I need to keep some semblance of distance between us, but every time I see him I cave.
Now is no different.
Matty is standing in the kitchen with one arm crossed over his chest while the other holds his phone for the picture. There’s a cup of cocoa on the counter behind him, full and topped with marshmallows. He’s got a cheeky little grin with his tongue sticking out like I usually do, and he’s in a slightly more flirty mood because he’s got the phone angled so I can see the waistband of his boxers.
Matty
Cal wanted marshmallows, and I wanted liquid sugar.
I smile, and though I can’t return the favor since I’m already dressed, I snap a shot of me in my hoodie, hair a tousled, sweaty mess. I can, however, tease him another way.
Me
Relief is on the way, sweetheart.
I can almost picture him scowling at the screen, maybe rolling his eyes, because I’ve turned his objections on the word into an ongoing joke.
Matty
Want me to shove a dick up your ass, Lee? Because I have a box full, and I’m not afraid to use them.
The wind rushes in through the open door, and I pull the string on my hoodie for extra warmth. Matty is such a grumpy brat, I swear. He can dish it out but can’t take it in return.
I shake my head and hit the call button, grin stretching when it rings exactly one and half times before he answers.
“You planning on taking my ass virginity, sweetheart?”
He must have been taking a sip of his drink, because he sputters and coughs, following it up with a contained groan.
“Shut up. Just shut up. Your son is on the verge of falling asleep, and if we wake him up now, he’ll never go back down.”
I love that he knows that. I love that in the last two weeks he’s grown used to Cal’s schedule and intricacies. The number of meltdowns when they’re alone have alreadydecreased dramatically. I dare say, Cal even enjoys having Matty around. He’ll often climb into Matty’s lap to watch videos or lay at his feet under the coffee table.
“I’m not the one being loud, doll.”
I’ve also found that pet names fluster him to no end. Which makes me want to do it more.
“You tease me, Lee, but my fuse is only so long.”
How bad is it that Iwantto push him over the edge? That I want him to lose all composure and give into this thing between us?
Not that I’m willing to admit to such things myself. Nope. Harmless flirting and casual touching is our line in the sand. We might push up against it, but we don’t cross it.
“Admit it. You look forward to me flustering you up.”
If I rile him up enough, I might be able to convince him to give me some couch cuddles when I get home to warm me up because it is fucking freezing out here.
“You drive me up the wall,” he says with a quiet edge of laughter. “But I do like our talks.”
Something absolutely sappy and romantic is going to come out of my mouth—I just know it—but thankfully my phone beeps with another incoming call.
