In Bed With The Boss Page 0,4
Christian’s apartment.
He knew where he’d find him: on his bed. David walked into the bedroom, and Christian opened his eyes, shivering slightly, so David pulled the blanket from the foot of the bed over his boss. “Is he okay?”
“Stavros is fine. He left just a few minutes ago, and I’ve begun sorting the photographs. You can start accessing them when you’re ready.” David walked through the room, turning off the lights. Walking into Christian’s sparkling kitchen, David put together a light dinner, leaving it in the refrigerator for when Christian got hungry later, and then left his boss’s apartment to begin the cross-town trek to his own.
The evening was nice, so the walk wasn’t bad, but David couldn’t help wondering what he was going to do when the weather began to get cold. He figured he’d have to take the subway, but on an evening like this, it was great to be outdoors. He could clear his head and hopefully let go of all that stuff with Christian. Arriving at his building, he walked up to the fourth floor and fished his keys out of his pocket.
The door opened before he could put the key in the lock, and his roommate Javier smiled at him. “I heard you come up,” he said as David entered the tiny apartment.
There were just two rooms, a living room/kitchen and a bedroom that they shared. It wasn’t much, but it was what they could afford. “So how was your day in pornland?”
Javier asked, and David rolled his eyes. Javier had been picking on him about his job since he’d gotten it and he hadn’t let up one bit.
“It’s not porn,” David retorted without conviction, knowing it wouldn’t do any good anyway. And after the things he’d seen in the last few months, he was beginning to wonder what it really was. “The shoot today was great.
We got some amazing pictures.”
“Did you put him to bed and make his dinner before you left?” Javier quipped, and then his mouth dropped open.
“You did,” Javier accused. “Just yesterday you said you weren’t going to be his nursemaid anymore, and here you are doing it again. What did he do this time, swing from the ceiling as he peed on him?” Javier flopped onto the sofa. “Javier, stop, please,” David began as he held his head.
He could feel the ache starting behind his eyes. “I’ve had an exhausting day, and while Christian may be unorthodox, the pictures he gets are stunning and I’m learning so much from him.” He went to the bathroom and got some Ibuprofen, taking two pills before flopping on the sofa next to his roommate. “He needs me, and he didn’t ask. I just did it because otherwise he won’t eat.”
“He doesn’t need to ask, does he?” Javier said, and David knew he was right. David did the things he did because someone had to, and because of the way he felt about his boss—not that he could ever say anything, so he showed him. Granted, Christian never noticed, but David knew he’d at least made an effort. “You’d do anything for him because of how you feel about him.”
David looked at Javier, about to deny it, but he couldn’t.
Javier knew him too damn well. They’d gone to high school and then college together, and they’d both escaped the same small town in the middle of nowhere South Dakota.
Together they’d moved to New York less than a year ago.
“And how is that?” David challenged.
“Jesus, you’re acting the same way you did with Bobby Martin when we were seniors. You mooned over him for months, and he was straight, but he let you think he was interested because you did all his shit for him.” Javier shifted on the old sofa, tucking his legs under him. “You deserve more than what guys like Christian can give you.
Besides, he’s your boss and he most certainly should treat you as a professional rather than as his fuck toy.” “Well he doesn’t treat me like that, that’s for damned sure.”
Javier touched his shoulder. “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” Javier’s voice was so low and sincere that David nodded in a moment of weakness. “You know
nothing can come out of it, don’t you? He’s your boss, and he fucks half the guys that come into his studio. He’s never going to be what you deserve to have.”
“If you mean I’m not good-looking enough to actually get a guy like that, then you’re right.” David stood up and