met, then pulled back before Day could deepen the kiss. Day whined, but Jackson shook his head. “No. Uh-uh. We need to track down this guy once and for all and get this figured out so we can figure us out without the fear of somebody trying to hurt you looming over us. Okay?”
Day folded his hands on Jackson’s chest, dropping his chin on top to give Jackson a sullen look. “Fine, but Webster’s right. If we end up on the six o’clock news, I’m going to be real mad.”
“Oh, please. You’d love it if you ended up on the six o’clock news. Hell, you dress like you anticipate being followed by paparazzi.”
“It’s not my fault I have an eye for fashion and a need to be visually interesting. We can’t all live our lives in mostly monochromatic color pallets,” Day countered.
Jackson rolled his eyes. “Well, when this is all over, you can pick me out an entirely new wardrobe if you like. My sisters would love it.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” Day said before sliding off of Jackson, making sure to pause to rub against Jackson’s morning erection on his way by.
“You’re such a tease.”
Day shrugged one shoulder. “You’re the tease. I offered, you refused. That’s on you.”
Jackson lurched from the couch, crouching low and snagging him behind the knees and upending him over his shoulder, smacking his ass as Day yelped indignantly.
“What are you doing? Put me down.”
“You wanted me to take care of you, right?” Jackson asked as he marched up the stairs. “We’re going to take a shower and you’re going to take care of me first, and if you stop squirming, I’ll make sure I take good care of you too.”
Day sagged against Jackson, all the fight leaving his body as he played Jackson’s butt cheeks like bongos. “Yes, Daddy.”
The headquarters of WPI sat in the heart of LA in a glossy, mirrored building that stood head and shoulders above the surrounding buildings. The interior of the lobby smelled like canned air and lemon scented cleanser. A waterfall took up the entire east wall and provided a white noise to mask the calls the three receptionists fielded behind the shiny pale wood lacquered counter.
“They own this entire building?” Day asked Jackson. “Like, all this is for Camscape?”
“No. WPI is a holding company. They own several cam companies, a few of the larger adult film companies, some adult toy sites, and other various entertainment companies of the less adult varieties.”
Jackson had called Detective Jimmy to ask him to arrange a meeting with WPI’s head of security but told him not to tell them what it was about. Jackson’s plan had seemed crazy at first, but even if Oscar was a crazed stalker and a murderer, Day found it hard to believe he would whip out a gun and start firing in the midst of all these people in their fancy business clothes, surrounded by ten foot palms and greenery that made Day feel like he was in some sort of arboretum.
Day wiped his sweaty palms on the knees of his black jeans and once more shifted in his seat. He felt underdressed beside Jackson, who looked like he belonged in a place like this with his perfectly tailored gray slacks, black cashmere sweater that clung to his muscles, and sleek black loafers. He looked more than like he belonged. He looked hot. The moment they’d entered, the women behind the front desk had exchanged knowing glances and sly smiles. Jackson really was everybody’s type.
Jackson leaned in, his lips moving against Day’s ear. “Relax, baby. You know I won’t let anybody hurt you, right?”
Day gave a hesitant nod but that wasn’t really his concern. Here, in this huge business lobby, somehow, the idea of Oscar being his stalker seemed almost too absurd to consider. He knew it was a bizarre thought to have. It wasn’t as if all stalkers lived in darkened basements, moving through sewers or darkened city streets like cartoonish super-villains, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all wrong. “Something’s off about this.”
Jackson frowned as he looked at Day. “About what?”
Day twitched, his hand spasming in a sort of aborted gesture. “This. All of this. I just don’t think he’s our guy,” he finished with a whisper.
“Well, if he’s not, we’ll keep looking. This is the first solid suspect we’ve found, so we’ve got to let it play out and see how things go.”
“Yeah, I guess. I’m just so ready