Infuriating - Onley James Page 0,10

too bad. If we were ever together, I’d want to be able to watch it over and over,” he murmured, leaning into Jackson’s space, bumping their shoulders together. “We’d look so hot together, don’t you think?” He started to walk away before he turned back to face Jackson, voice carrying in the vegetable section. “You’d be shocked at the things I can do and still be considered a virgin.”

With that, Day took off towards the prepared foods section, leaving Jackson and the little old lady gaping after him. The woman smirked at Jackson before replacing an apple in its bin and wandering away with her cart.

Jackson had wandered into this game of sexual chicken, and for the first time ever, he wasn’t sure he’d win. Day might not be everything he seemed, but he was just stubborn enough to push the envelope if it meant he could win this battle of wills. Jackson wasn’t sure he wanted to win. He’d never felt such an instant attraction to another human being before, and his good sense seemed to have taken the day off because, even as his brain reminded him Day was a client, pro-bono or not, his dick was telling him that they were both adults and could do what they liked. It was Jackson’s company, after all.

Jackson walked over to where Day was scrutinizing the prepared food under the heat lamps, like he was a judge on Top Chef. Jackson peered at the food from over Day’s head, liking how the younger man fit just under his chin. “See something you like?” Jackson murmured.

Instead of the witty comeback Jackson expected, Day shrugged. “It’s sort of criminal to charge that much money for fried yuca, don’t you think? I mean, it’s just a bougie fake potato. Who wants fake potatoes?”

It occurred to Jackson then that Day assumed he’d have to pay for his own food, which made sense. Usually the client picked up at least their own portion of the tab and, more often than not, the security staff’s as well. “Well, only the bougiest of fake potatoes will do for my trophy wife.”

Jackson meant it to be a joke but the way Day’s startled gaze shot to his sent a shock of acknowledgement straight to his dick. Jesus, this kid was trouble.

“I’m not really hungry,” Day said, his stomach growling loud enough for Jackson to know he lied.

“Well, this lunch is my treat, and if you say no, you’re gonna hurt my feelings. So, get yourself some fancy fake potatoes or overpriced green juice or a vegan donut that cost the price of ten non-vegan donuts. Whatever you want.”

Day’s teeth worried his bottom lip for a long minute as he examined the food before shaking his head. “You pick. There are too many choices,” he said, sounding far less confident than he had all day.

Jackson wasn’t sure what had triggered this sudden change in attitude, but he was determined to change it back, not at all sure why he cared. “Anything you won’t eat?”

Day made a face. “No mushrooms and no olives.”

Jackson nodded. “Fine. I’ll get the food. But you get the dessert.” He pointed Day towards the bakery.

“Anything you won’t eat?” Day asked, mirroring Jackson’s question.

“I hate cherries,” Jackson said.

Day looked scandalized, but then mischievous. “That’s too bad,” he said, hips swaying as he sauntered away.

Jackson shook his head before going about the task of filling up containers with all manner of food from marinated kale to chicken fingers. If he thought Day might want it, in the basket it went. By the time he met Day at the bakery, his purchase was already bagged, leaving Jackson to wonder what he’d chosen, but he let Day keep his secret. They grabbed juices from the cold case and got in line.

Two customers were in front of them, a younger blonde woman in a flowy floral dress with a toddler in the cart and a baby on her hip and a middle-aged woman with a severe haircut and a scowl on her face. Day immediately set about watching the scowling woman, like she might steal something. It didn’t take long before they realized the source of the middle-aged woman’s rage. The young mother’s card kept declining.

The middle-aged woman sighed heavily, rolling her eyes and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. The girl flushed, looking down at her purchases. “I’m really sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with this stupid card,” she said. “Maybe if I put this