Page 153 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
“Yeah, they are cute.”
“That one’s not cute now you’ve mangled it with your teeth.”
Jonty rubbed it.
Devan kissed it.
Jonty melted against him and Devan’s cock started getting bigger ideas.Not yet. This is too important.
“You’d be a brilliant concierge. You’re an expert on the local area. Who else would have known you have to sing to the whales around here or feed them Maltesers? Though I don’t want you showing anyone but me the fourth wonder of Northumberland. You get on really well with people of all types and ages. But you might need training on how to handle frustrated, difficult travellers and awkward celebs.”
“You mean if they complain, I can’t be sarcastic and tell them we treat all our guests equally badly?”
“No.”
“Nor seduce them with my lovely arse?”
Devan laughed.
“Well, shit. I could take guests surfing, though, yeah? Well, the young and fit ones, guys with good bodies.”
“A concierge doesn’t get to do that.”
“Oh.” Jonty pouted. “What about the Harry Potter experience at Alnwick? Would I get to take guests to that?”
“You have to stay in the hotel.”
“I could help guests out if they wanted a video of themselves in bed together.”
“No, you couldn’t.”
“But I watch Pornhub all the time. I know just what to do.”
“No.”
“It’s no fun at all being a concierge.”
Devan smiled and kissed Jonty’s head.
“Are they the only options?” Jonty asked.
“I…I sort of figured that you wouldn’t want to leave Northumberland for long, if at all, because of Tay, and because of how much you love it up here.”
“I got the impression your boss wasn’t keen on employing me.”
“I’ve never noticed how enormous your ears are. Bat more than pig.”
“But still sexy and cute, right?”
“Yes.”
“You threatened to resign if he didn’t give me a job,” Jonty whispered. “What if he calls your bluff?”
“It wasn’t a bluff, bat boy.”
Jonty gave a deep sigh. “So what could we do if we’re both unemployed and need jobs?”
“Do you have any ideas?” Though the moment he’d said that, he sort of wished he hadn’t because he could guess what was coming.
