into me…who cares? Anyway, I pretended I hadn’t gone upstairs yet and rode the elevator up with her, although I seriously doubt she bought that story.”
“So you’re telling me you asked her to go with us to the club? In the short ride to the tenth floor? And she agreed?” Aiden pushed the door closed behind him and leaned against it.
Dane stepped into the V of Aiden’s legs and planted his hands on either side of the man’s face. Aiden swallowed, wanting to kiss Dane, but wanting to hear this saga even more. “No. Of course not. I just made small talk. But she was interested, I tell you. You should’ve seen how her gaze roamed over me. And she licked her lips several times.”
Aiden’s mouth fell open, and he laughed, hard. He couldn’t stop himself. He set his palms on Dane’s hips and pushed him off the door. “Are you kidding? So, now ‘hey, how’s it going?’ equals ‘do you mind playing sub Friday night with two men at a public club?’”
“Don’t laugh, asshole. It’s more than you’ve accomplished. She even wiped the scowl off her face when she saw me. Thank God. Whatever pissed her off didn’t suit her. I hated that look.” Dane smiled though.
“Oh, and I suppose her response of ‘fine, good’ meant ‘please fuck me six ways to Sunday’?” Aiden leaned over and planted his hands on his knees while he continued to laugh. The stitch in his side was starting to hurt.
“Laugh all you want, but I’m telling you she’ll say yes. I can read her. In fact, get this, when she ducked out of the elevator I told her to raise her chin. Her reaction was stunning.”
Aiden snickered again. “Let me guess. She obeyed. Now you’re sure she’s the perfect submissive too.”
“Hey, she was interested. She didn’t just lift her face, she jerked into position. She even smiled when she thought I couldn’t see her. And she has to realize we’re a package. Right?”
“Riiight. Of course. Because every time I see two people together in an elevator I assume they’re fucking each other.” Aiden stood, but he held his stomach while he wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his other hand.
“You can’t piss me off, you know. I love it when you laugh. It gets me hard. The deep timbre of your chuckle makes me want to fuck you up against whatever surface we happen to be near.” Dane stepped closer to Aiden, pressing him back against the door once more.
Aiden swallowed…and sobered. “Don’t look at me like that. We have to get back to work.” He wiped the last of the moisture from the corners of his eyes. “Besides, it’s my turn to top. So back off.”
Not that he was keeping score, per se, but Dane had really pushed him to a new limit this afternoon and Aiden intended to return the favor soon. Later tonight after they closed. It might be up against this door. He didn’t care where, but he had a strict internal rule not to fuck his business partner when they were supposed to be working…well, usually…at least during the evening rush.
Dane lifted both hands in surrender. “I have meals to prepare. Who knows what the rest of the cooking staff did while I was gone.” He stepped toward the door, and Aiden wished for a moment he hadn’t turned the man down. His ass was so fine. He itched to pinch it.
“Oh, here’s your phone.” Dane fished in his pocket and handed Aiden the cell. “I found it tangled in the sheets…” He opened the door hastily and stepped out before Aiden could swat his smart-alecky ass.
Aiden took a moment to collect himself before he reemerged from the office. He needed to get back out front and make sure all the customers were happy and properly “wined and dined”.
The restaurant was the best venture of his life. Owning it with his best friend and lover was icing on the cake. They’d been a bit concerned originally when the plan had formed, worried about whether it was a good idea to work and live together. But as soon as they’d opened