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across Cole's plate and made a face. "I can see where he's coming from. That's pretty gross." He smiled at Cole. "It's a good thing you're so damn cute, or this," he waved his hand over the table, "would totally be a deal breaker. I'd never talk to you ever again."
" I'd never talk to you ever again ," Cole echoed, then grimaced. "You're a very mean man, aren't you? That's the only explanation."
He met Anderson's eyes and couldn't help the surge of warmth that went through him when he noticed that Anderson was completely focused on him .
He'd never had anyone outside of his family really focus on him as a person before. It made him feel special and cared for, as though there was finally someone in his life that wanted him and him alone.
Anderson's grin was rakish. "Yep, I'm the meanest man you'll ever meet." He glanced down at the table. "Do you want some more chocolate milk?"
Looking at his tomato smeared hands, Cole nodded.
He couldn't help smiling as he watched Anderson pick up his cup and carry it toward the dispenser for a refill. And if he maybe let his eyes flick down to Anderson's ass, that was just chance.
* * *
He'd wanted to go home with Cole, but Frank from accounting had cornered him and by the time he'd wrested himself away, Cole had already left. So he'd gone to his penthouse and changed into jeans and a tee shirt before making his way to Cole's apartment.
The only thing he knew was that he wanted to see Cole. So when he rang the doorbell, he was understandably surprised to see a handsome guy that definitely was not Cole.
He licked his lips, barely keeping himself from saying anything rude. "Is Cole here?"
The guy looked him over suspiciously, then gave him a charming smile. "You must be the Anderson I've heard so much about." He stepped out of the way, holding the door open. "Come on in, he's taking a shower and should be out in a minute."
Anderson felt something freeze in him. Why was Cole taking a shower while this guy was here?
Walking into the apartment, he didn't really see anything suspicious or anything. A video game was frozen on the TV screen and two controllers were sitting on the coffee table along with a bunch of empty soda and energy drink cans. There was an open bag of potato chips on the floor and a plastic bag showing the tops of what looked like candy wrappers.
"So, what's going on here, then?" Anderson tried to sound cool when really he wanted to slam the guy into a wall and demand to know who the hell he was.
The man walked over to the couch and flopped down. "I came by earlier today, so Cole didn't even know I was going to be here. We were playing video games until he decided to get stupid and dumped a full can of soda in his lap."
Anderson sat down in a recliner next to the coffee table. He ran his eyes over the man, getting the niggling sensation that he knew him from somewhere. It was hard to tell, since the guy had a scruffy beard going and was wearing a pair of wire framed glasses and a ball cap. He looked like kind of a hot mess, honestly.
"You want some chips?" the guy asked, kicking at the bag lightly.
"No thank you." He held out his hand. "I'm Anderson Bester."
"I know," the guy rolled his eyes, but took his hand in a firm grip. "You're all Cole's been talking about for the last couple of days. I'm Jeremy."
"Nice to meet you," Anderson gritted out.
Jeremy shrugged and leaned forward to grab his controller.
The room was filled with the sound of some shooter-killer video game with a hard rock beat. Anderson tried to pretend that he was paying more attention to watching the game than trying to figure out who the hell this guy was.
He hated the sick feeling he got at the idea of Cole with some other guy. Especially since underneath the scruff, the man was really good looking. A shave and a change of clothes and he might have been a model somewhere.
The tension vibrating through him was just about to kill him when Cole's bedroom door opened and he walked out. His
" I'd never talk to you ever again ," Cole echoed, then grimaced. "You're a very mean man, aren't you? That's the only explanation."
He met Anderson's eyes and couldn't help the surge of warmth that went through him when he noticed that Anderson was completely focused on him .
He'd never had anyone outside of his family really focus on him as a person before. It made him feel special and cared for, as though there was finally someone in his life that wanted him and him alone.
Anderson's grin was rakish. "Yep, I'm the meanest man you'll ever meet." He glanced down at the table. "Do you want some more chocolate milk?"
Looking at his tomato smeared hands, Cole nodded.
He couldn't help smiling as he watched Anderson pick up his cup and carry it toward the dispenser for a refill. And if he maybe let his eyes flick down to Anderson's ass, that was just chance.
* * *
He'd wanted to go home with Cole, but Frank from accounting had cornered him and by the time he'd wrested himself away, Cole had already left. So he'd gone to his penthouse and changed into jeans and a tee shirt before making his way to Cole's apartment.
The only thing he knew was that he wanted to see Cole. So when he rang the doorbell, he was understandably surprised to see a handsome guy that definitely was not Cole.
He licked his lips, barely keeping himself from saying anything rude. "Is Cole here?"
The guy looked him over suspiciously, then gave him a charming smile. "You must be the Anderson I've heard so much about." He stepped out of the way, holding the door open. "Come on in, he's taking a shower and should be out in a minute."
Anderson felt something freeze in him. Why was Cole taking a shower while this guy was here?
Walking into the apartment, he didn't really see anything suspicious or anything. A video game was frozen on the TV screen and two controllers were sitting on the coffee table along with a bunch of empty soda and energy drink cans. There was an open bag of potato chips on the floor and a plastic bag showing the tops of what looked like candy wrappers.
"So, what's going on here, then?" Anderson tried to sound cool when really he wanted to slam the guy into a wall and demand to know who the hell he was.
The man walked over to the couch and flopped down. "I came by earlier today, so Cole didn't even know I was going to be here. We were playing video games until he decided to get stupid and dumped a full can of soda in his lap."
Anderson sat down in a recliner next to the coffee table. He ran his eyes over the man, getting the niggling sensation that he knew him from somewhere. It was hard to tell, since the guy had a scruffy beard going and was wearing a pair of wire framed glasses and a ball cap. He looked like kind of a hot mess, honestly.
"You want some chips?" the guy asked, kicking at the bag lightly.
"No thank you." He held out his hand. "I'm Anderson Bester."
"I know," the guy rolled his eyes, but took his hand in a firm grip. "You're all Cole's been talking about for the last couple of days. I'm Jeremy."
"Nice to meet you," Anderson gritted out.
Jeremy shrugged and leaned forward to grab his controller.
The room was filled with the sound of some shooter-killer video game with a hard rock beat. Anderson tried to pretend that he was paying more attention to watching the game than trying to figure out who the hell this guy was.
He hated the sick feeling he got at the idea of Cole with some other guy. Especially since underneath the scruff, the man was really good looking. A shave and a change of clothes and he might have been a model somewhere.
The tension vibrating through him was just about to kill him when Cole's bedroom door opened and he walked out. His
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