Infuriating - Onley James Page 0,35
laughed. “My sister liked you a lot. If she didn’t, she would have eviscerated you on sight. She’s mean. All the women in my family are.”
Day gave a shy smile. “Then how come you’re so sweet?”
“Survival. Plus I was the only boy. That helped.” Day still looked like he was wavering. “Stop thinking so hard and go shower. Everything is going to be okay. I promise.”
Day gave a stilted nod and kicked off his shorts before walking towards his bathroom, naked from the waist down. Jackson averted his eyes, fearing he might change his mind and follow Day right into the shower. There was no way his body would rally again so fast, but he just couldn’t seem to keep his hands off Day. Every time he touched him, he just wanted to touch him more. It was both exciting and frustrating.
Day felt like he had woken up in somebody else’s life. Jackson sat beside him in the back of a black Cadillac Escalade while a prim older woman with bright red hair in a navy business suit sat across from him, firing off his itinerary like he was a celebrity. “Before you meet with Fuentes, you need to stop by the office. There’s a contract on your desk that Calliope said can’t wait for your signature. She was going to overnight it to you, but this will be easier. Also, I thought you’d want to meet up with Hurley to figure out how you plan on disciplining the guys to appease Angel’s blood thirst before your seven thirty dinner reservations at La Mar. Ricky picked up your suits from the dry cleaners and left them on your bed for you. Is there anything else you need me to do for you while you're away, sir?” she asked as their car rolled to a stop on the tarmac.
“No, Nancy. I think that’s everything. Thanks for taking a ride. I really didn’t want to have to do this over the phone.”
She gave him a bright smile just as Jackson slid his sunglasses back on. “No problem, Mr. Avery. Anything to get out of the office for an hour or so.”
Jackson grinned, and Day swore the older woman swooned like he was Idris Elba. It was that way everywhere they went. Girls and guys couldn’t help but smile and bat their lashes at Jackson. Not that Day could blame them. Even now, dressed in what Jackson considered his casual clothes, he carried himself with the confidence of a celebrity. His dark wash jeans molded to his ass and thighs, and his black and gray zip front sweater fit him like a glove. His white sneakers didn’t so much as have a speck of dirt on them and had probably cost more than Day’s rent. Rent which was due in two days. Day grimaced at the thought. He hated being an adult. He also hated feeling out of his element, and he was way out of his element here.
When Jackson had said dress for comfort, Day had believed him. He’d put on a pair of black joggers, a thin blue cotton Pride hoodie, and a pair of Adidas sandals complete with white socks because his feet got cold. Nancy had looked at him like he was a ridiculous child, but Jackson had simply taken his hand and helped him into the back of the car. He’d also held Day’s hand the whole way to the airstrip, right in front of Nancy and her upturned nose. When Day had tried to squirm his hand free, Jackson only clasped it tighter and gave him a look.
Day wasn’t sorry to see Nancy leave with the car. Jackson picked up both their bags but was quickly met by a tall, slender uniformed man, with copper skin and perfect snow white teeth, who took them from Jackson. “Let me get those for you, Mr. Avery. I’m Paolo. I’ll be one of the attendants on-board with you today. It’s just the two of you, so feel free to make yourselves as comfortable as you like,” he said, looking back and forth between Day and Jackson until Day became self-conscious and gave Paolo his patented stare down. The attendant gave him a smug smile in return.
Jackson snickered beside him before he put an arm around his shoulders and steered him to the stairs leading up to the door of the plane. “Stop terrorizing the staff. Not everybody has to be your enemy, you know.”
“He was looking at me funny,” Day