“Both of you are coming to my place,” Nelson said firmly. He reached an arm around Kimberly and pulled her close.
His body was so hard. She looked up at him, but he was watching Samuel.
This was… interesting. She wondered what Nelson had in store.
“Come here, Samuel,” Nelson said. His deep voice sent a shiver through Kimberly. Samuel stepped closer, and Nelson put his other hand on Samuel’s shoulder.
And they started walking.
Kimberly tentatively wrapped her arm around Nelson’s waist. It made it easier to match the rhythm of his long legs. She squeezed a little. He was in incredible shape. Probably all he did was work out, and it showed.
And she’d thought Samuel had a perfect body.
“What happens at your place?” she murmured.
“What would you like to happen?” Nelson asked. Next to him, Samuel slowed, but Nelson squeezed his large hand around Samuel’s shoulder.
“Watch you two make out,” Kimberly joked.
“That’s an excellent start,” Nelson said confidently.
“You’re so funny.” But if he was kidding, how come he wasn’t laughing? Adrenaline shot through Kimberly’s veins. She swallowed and tried not to panic.
Nelson’s doorman hurried to let them in the moment they appeared. He was worth every penny of his salary because he didn’t blink at Nelson showing up with his arms around these two… he pretended not to notice at all.
“Have a good night, sir.”
Nelson nodded in response. No one knew that he’d bought the building, but some of the employees probably suspected given the sudden policy changes and salary increases when Nelson moved in. So far they’d all been discreet, and Nelson expected that to continue.
Samuel and Kimberly were silent until he let them into his unit. The shades were open, and the city spread out before them like a sea of lights.
“Fuck me. This place is nice,” Samuel said.
Ok, Nelson thought. Since you insist, I’ll fuck you all night.
Kimberly seemed likewise impressed, her chocolate brown eyes taking in his apartment with humble wonder. He could see she was bursting with questions, but he didn’t feel like explaining why a part-time yoga instructor had a multimillion dollar view in one of the city’s premier buildings.
“I need to use your bathroom,” Kimberly said.
“This way.” Rather than give her directions, he escorted her. Once they were out of Samuel’s earshot, he cleared his throat. “Do you love him?”
She looked away and licked her lips. “Oh. Um. He’s not even my type. I like more, um…” she trailed off. “Forceful men. But I do have feelings.”
“I bet he’s forceful when it comes down to it,” Nelson said, remembering how Samuel had touched him in the restaurant. “Why is he resisting you?”
“Um, hello, he’s gay! I’m so tired of people insisting that he has a thing for me.”
Nelson smiled at her frustration. “He’s so in love with you that it hurts to watch. What happened?”
She shook her head. “Absolutely nothing. He flirts and he leads me on. I don’t think he realizes what he’s doing.”
“Don’t tell me you’re clueless about men.”
Her face turned an attractive shade of red. He wanted to kiss her again, but he needed to get answers out of Samuel. He turned the bathroom light on for her, fought a smile when her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw how huge it was, then went to find Samuel.
Samuel was playing with his collection of sixties-era Christmas tree ornaments. They were the only things in his condo that weren’t insanely expensive, but they brought him more joy than everything else put together.
He took a wooden sleigh out of Samuel’s hand and set it carefully down, then caught Samuel’s head in his hands. “You will tell her how you fee