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.If he said there was no way he planned to let them end here, panic would return, so he kept those words to himself.“Me, too.You’re sexy as hell, Mr.Reeves.” Tristan forced a smile, reluctantly letting Dylan rise.“Thank you for all this,” Dylan replied, gathering his things.“I’ll have the contracts to you quickly.I have legal working on them now,” Tristan added, unable to keep himself from looking at Dylan’s full lips one last time.These were lips he longed to take again and again.It was unfathomable how in such a short amount of time this man had worked his way in and completely captured his heart.“All right,” Dylan said.Tristan watched the way he squared his shoulders and set his resolve.That was probably the difference between an inebriated Dylan and a sober one.He made himself do what he considered the right thing, at all cost.And that just might be the sexiest thing about the man.Dylan reached for the door again and Tristan let him go this time.Dylan stepped out and turned around.He ducked his head to give him one last look.Neither said anything, they just stared at one another.Words weren’t needed now.Tristan saw everything he felt reflected in Dylan’s eyes.Dylan gave a nod and shut the door.He didn’t look back as he jogged to the bank of elevators leading up into the hotel.Tristan stayed there, watching as Dylan entered the elevator.From where he sat, he could see Dylan turn back, look his way, and lift a hand in his direction.No way could Dylan see him, but Tristan lifted his hand and waved.Dylan looked sad.He’d give him a few days, maybe a week, but Dylan would call…he was sure of it.You could only hide for so long, especially after you got a taste of what you wanted.“Maybe he’ll find someone to fuck at home,” Tristan mumbled out loud, surprising himself, but he pushed aside that thought and the jealousy those words caused.What they shared was more than a drunken fuck.At least he hoped he meant more than that to Dylan.Dylan would call.If he didn’t, Tristan would call him.He just really wanted Dylan to want him enough to make the next move.He needed that to happen.Tristan went through the house, ignoring the silly feelings of aloneness.Dylan had visited his home for barely more than twenty-four hours.He hadn’t had time to put his mark on anything or truly even belong in his space.Yet he’d done a tremendous job at making Tristan wish those things had happened.Something caught Tristan’s eyes.The pool guy was outside.He lifted a hand in greeting as regret and sadness coiled tight in his belly.He’d wanted to make love to Dylan in that pool.How had he let that opportunity slip through his fingers?That thought had him rolling his eyes.He wasn’t sure he did the whole lovesick thing very well.Yes, he was truly sad Dylan had left, but he’d see him again soon.He needed to move on to other things.He went for his cell phone, and with a couple of quick swipes, he pulled up the weekend itinerary again.They were leaving sometime this afternoon, he couldn’t remember the exact time.Maybe he could get a quick call in before he boarded the flight.He started to dial, but ended the call and pivoted on his heels.No, he wanted Dylan to make the next move and that was going to take a few days.The guy had the patience of Job.Instead of making any phone calls, he headed for the bathroom.He’d sweated so much this morning he was sure he was down thirty pounds.He figured he could use a good scrub and then a gallon of water.Besides all that, he definitely had more than enough work to occupy his mind.Tristan flipped on the shower and waited the second for the hot water to flow.He shook his head when he realized he was actually looking forward to going through his paperwork to keep himself from calling Dylan.And that proved how bad he had it for Mr.Reeves.On a deep sigh, he dropped his shorts and tugged his T-shirt over his head.So be it, paperwork on a Sunday afternoon would be a great distraction.Tristan stepped in the shower and refused to look over at the bathtub he’d shared with Dylan last night.Three hours later and the great paperwork plan to save his sanity had completely failed.Tristan had accomplished more mundane operational company tasks in the last few hours than he had in the last month, so go him on that one, but Dylan stayed front and present in his mind with every stroke of the keyboard.Funny how he kept thinking in terms of stroking.Landry sent him a dozen or so messages through email and text, wanting to have a word with him.Their last meeting hadn’t ended well.That usually meant they both needed time before they met again.Against his better judgment, he decided to make that phone call today.He kicked back in his office chair and palmed his phone.Landry answered on the second ring.“Hey, did they get off?” Tristan asked.Probably not the best starter, but it was the most urgent thought on his mind.“Yeah, about an hour ago.I need a few minutes to talk to you.” Landry sounded tense, so the cooling off probably hadn’t had time to kick in.They shouldn’t have this conversation now, but Tristan was primed for a fight.“Can it wait until the morning when I come in? I’m catching up on emails and going over this contract with Secret,” Tristan said, trying for reason and to buy himself time.Putting the huge issue of moving an entire division away from the chief operating officer’s responsibilities due to poor performance aside, Landry knew him too well.Childhood best friends tended to pick up on simple things like who each other was attracted to.If Landry went there, Tristan would never be able to convince him his actions were purely company-focused, and in those decisions, Tristan only had WilderNation’s best interest at heart.“You’re coming to the office in the morning?” Landry questioned, clearly surprised.“Yeah, I figured I would,” he answered.“If you had a problem with me, you should have told me directly.Not made me look like an ass in front of the entire company,” Landry started right in.“Whoa there, you’re barking up the wrong tree,” Tristan cut in, trying to stop the rant he knew his friend was headed toward.“It’s only the social media division and that isn’t much of what we do.Actually it’s nothing to the overall picture, except a huge loss that I’d really like to at least make an attempt to break even on.”“It’s an operations function of Wilder, Inc.,” Landry shot back.“Reeves doesn’t want a long-term deal.We have him for transition, maybe a few years total.He can get us up and going,” Tristan replied.“I call bullshit.If that were the case, you wouldn’t have gone around me.Are you fucking him? ’Cause if you are, then don’t tie my hands.Let me in there [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]