Crawling Into Bed
Louisa Masters and a Good Book
Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Cotton. But if lots of people buy my books, I'm splashing out on silk! Hot pink, or red. Sapphire blue. Something sexy and bold!
What are you wearing?
*sigh* I wish I could say a chiffon and satin negligee...but I don't own anything like that. Cotton pajama pants and an old T-shirt are more my speed. Although, sometimes when it's hot I get freaky and forgo the pants *wiggles eyebrows*
What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Icecream! Gimme gimme gimme! Pick your flavor, and we can share.
If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
hehehehe...I'll leave that to your imagination.
Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
Total burrito! Even in summer I have to have at least a sheet.
Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Not unless you're planning to put out, baby! Some things are reserved for a special few *winks*
What are we reading?
Diving in Deep, my foray into m/m/m.
The bell over the door dinged, and Jake glanced up from the computer. Any distraction from the bookkeeping was welcome. He smiled at Troy. Was it that time already?
"Hey,” his lover said, crossing the room and leaning across the desk. Jake met him halfway, planting a quick, hard kiss on those soft lips. A sharply indrawn breath drew his attention to the man who’d followed Troy into the office.
“Hey, yourself.” Jake pulled back and nodded to the stranger. “Going to introduce me to your friend?”
Troy half-turned. “Sure. Jake Paulson, Cameron Hall. Cameron came out to the pontoon with us today, and now he wants to get his dive certificate.”
Jake reached for the drawer where they kept the list of reputable dive instructors. “No problem. We have a list of some excellent dive companies. I’ll make a copy for you.”
Troy cleared his throat and looked away. “Actually, I said we’d give him the lessons.”
Jake’s hand froze on the drawer handle. What the hell? “Oh.” He raised an eyebrow, but Troy’s gaze was fixed on the desk. “Okay. Um, what arrangement did you make?” They didn’t do certification lessons. He studied the stranger—Cameron. He was kind of gangly and had a very faint tan, probably as a result of the day on the water. His hair was the same shade between blond and brown as Troy’s, but Troy spent so much time outdoors that the sun had streaked his with gold. Cameron fiddled with his watch. “Troy said you’d work that out.” “Did he?” Jake glanced at Troy, who made a sheepish face. “Yeah. Uh, I thought he could come out on the boat with the regular day-trippers, and you or I could do his lessons. At a reasonable rate?” The questioning lift to his last sentence was accompanied by his puppy-dog look, the one Jake could never resist. His gaze met Troy’s mocha-latte colored eyes, and his stomach did its usual flip. He sighed. “Sure. Sit down, Cameron, and we’ll work something out.” Troy grinned, shooting him a grateful look, and the hairs on the back of Jake’s neck stood on end. Why did this matter so much to Troy? He turned his attention back to Cameron as the man sat in one of the visitor’s chairs. Cameron’s hazel eyes gazed back at him. “So, I’ll leave you two to it.” Troy put a hand on Cameron’s shoulder and squeezed, and a shock ran down Jake’s spine. Troy was a hands-on person, but…His lover smiled at him and he forced himself to smile back. He was being ridiculous. He had no reason to be jealous. Troy was being nice to a tourist, that was all.
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