called?”
Noah
grinned. “I was trying to get some gym time. I’m getting fat rolls.”
Tanner
smoothed his hand along the front of Noah’s abdomen. “There’s nothing fat about
you.”
He
kissed his cheek. “I can give you a ride if you want. My car is out front.”
Noah
nodded. “Okay.” That would save him from having to use the subway. He saw DJ
peeking his head around the corner and he waved at him. “We’re leaving. I’ll
call you tonight, okay?”
His
friend stared at him, still pissed. Noah knew he’d have to smooth things over
tonight when he had more time to deal with DJ’s drama. He left the café and
stopped when he saw Tanner’s black Bentley Continental GT. Noah arched both
eyebrows as he walked over to it.
“Damn.”
Noah shook his head. “With all the crazy drivers in the city there is no way
I’d drive something as great as this around.”
Tanner
opened the door for him. “Why?”
“Car-jacking.
Crashing. Some fucking cunts keying it because you looked at them wrong.”
“Do
you have that problem often?” Tanner grinned.
“I
don’t have a car.” Noah sat in the seat and nearly moaned at the comfort of the
supple leather. Tanner slammed the door shut and walked around to the other
side.
“Oh,
hell, I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Tanner
chuckled. “You’re easy to please if you think this is heaven.”
Noah
glanced over. “What’s your idea of heaven?”
Tanner
put the car into gear and pulled out into traffic. “My own private island.”
Noah
tried not to swallow his own tongue. “I forgot you’ve got money to burn.”
“It’s
just a number in the bank’s system.” Tanner drove to the heart of the city and
inched his way along in the traffic.
Noah’s
phone rang and he glanced at the readout. Mike. He declined the call and shoved
it back in his pocket.
“You
don’t have to do that on my account.”
Noah
shook his head. “Nah. Mike is worse than the gossip girls in high school. He
probably saw your Bentley and wanted to know who you were.”
“Are
we a secret?”
“I
don’t know. Are we?”
Tanner
didn’t say anything for a while. Noah had gotten used to people not wanting to
go public with their bedroom activities. He didn’t mind. Not really. He wasn’t
really looking for a relationship and the last thing he wanted was media
coverage of him linked as an escort with some rich guy.
“No.
We don’t have to be a secret. I don’t mind you telling your friends about me if
you want to.” He stopped at a red light and glanced over at him. “But that
means we are significantly more than fuck buddies if that’s the case.”
“Define
significant.”
Tanner
rested his hand lightly on the steering wheel. “You spend the night at my
place.”
“Indefinitely?”
Tanner
gave him a sexy grin that went straight to his cock. “I didn’t propose.”
Fair
enough, he supposed. Something to make it feel less cheap. Noah licked his
lips. “So you’re my boyfriend?”
Tanner
pulled into the lot behind a tall building with his name on it. “Might as well
be. We’ve already done the dinner date and sex.”
Noah
swallowed hard and thought about it as Tanner parked the car. It’d been a while
since Noah had an actual boyfriend. It’d also prove difficult to juggle when he
took his next client out in a few days. He’d gone from one extreme to another
and there really wasn’t any way out of it.
He
wanted Tanner and that perhaps was the scariest part of it all.
Chapter Four
After
a day full of events, Tanner was ready to go home. They’d gone to the clinic to
get their results and both came back clean. Being the business man he was,
paperwork always made him feel better, but he was glad it was out of the way.
Noah spent the day shooting the commercial his promotions director, Kellie, had
arranged. Tanner wanted to stay on set and watch the entire production, but his
damn work had him holed up in his office, counting down the minutes