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Authors: Jennifer Rose
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wrapping up, I could use a hand.”
“Be with you in a minute, Carl.” Landon said, keeping his eyes on Briggs.
Briggs brushed imaginary lint from Landon’s jacket sleeve as he spoke, maintaining a composed arrogance. “You be a good boy now, see that those girls are tucked in.”
“Consider them tucked, we’re leaving.”
Landon wasn’t wasting another moment trying to convince Briggs that what happened in the back of his limo was never going to happen again and he wasn’t giving him the opportunity to try something with him again. Threat or no threat, Briggs was shit-out-of-luck if he thought Landon would roll over and play silly bitch for him again.
“Who was that?” Carl asked, as Landon walked past him.
“Briggs.”
Carl’s eyes widened, knowing the reason Landon had an angry glare slapped across his face. Not sure whether to push, he braved the question.
“What did he want?” Carl asked.
“Nothing,” Landon’s eyes dropped to the floor. “Absolutely fuck all.”
“He was supposed to be away,” Carl announced, as if Landon was unaware. “Are you okay?”
Landon wasn’t okay, he wanted to tear Briggs from limb to limb, wanted to hurt him. But he wasn’t going to share that fact with Carl, wasn’t about to admit that he went down on Briggs because he was threatened. That same nauseating feeling he’d experienced each time he was reminded of that night left a bitter sick feeling in the back of his throat. If he didn’t want to throw up again, he had to change the subject quickly.
“Why don’t we concentrate on saying goodbye and call it a night. Daddy’s here and we’re going home.”
Carl was truly confused. “What got you so fucking pissy?”
“Briggs walking through the fucking door,” Landon snapped.
It was apparent Landon had a hate on for Briggs, he wasn’t offering an explanation and Carl wasn’t asking. His mood had changed dramatically, the happy-go-lucky Landon who was joking about boners not two hours ago, was acting completely out of character.
Then Carl watched Landon do a complete one-eighty, as he said his goodbyes, he was debonair and charming, an utter professional.
“Done, now get me the fuck out of here?” Landon asked, shrugging on his jacket. “I’m going to need a stiff one once we’re home.”
Carl laughed at the innuendo, Landon did not.
“This nightmare just never ends,” Landon spoke in a whisper.
“What was that?” Carl asked, but Landon walked ahead in a rush, choosing to ignore the question.
Not a word was shared on the ride home and once in the door Landon disappeared, leaving Carl to himself. He sauntered behind the bar and loaded crates with dirty glasses taking them to the kitchen and filled up the dishwasher. It was better for Carl to stay busy, then he wouldn’t have time to think about Landon. He came around the back of the bar with a crate of clean glasses and started filling the glass shelves. He heard a familiar voice ask Rex for a Coors lite and watched as Landon twisted the cap off a beer bottle and took a long swig. So strange for Landon to drink anything containing alcohol, Carl knew something was bothering him but he wasn’t about to pry.
Landon’s eyes followed his every move. Carl felt his stare burning into the back of his head as he topped up the ice wells, olive trays and prepared for close. Once finished, Carl sneered at Landon’s overt attention and grabbed a stack of towels for the bar upstairs.
Landon’s hand covered Carl’s before he could open the rear entrance door into Passion , Carl quickly yanked his hand away.
He moved about like a ninja, his stealth training was paying off as far as surprising Carl went. Landon could move from one end of the building to the other in the dead of night with the floors covered in bubble wrap and not make a sound. One minute Carl was all alone, the next second Landon was standing in his face and Carl had no idea where he came from or how.
“You haven’t got a
“Be with you in a minute, Carl.” Landon said, keeping his eyes on Briggs.
Briggs brushed imaginary lint from Landon’s jacket sleeve as he spoke, maintaining a composed arrogance. “You be a good boy now, see that those girls are tucked in.”
“Consider them tucked, we’re leaving.”
Landon wasn’t wasting another moment trying to convince Briggs that what happened in the back of his limo was never going to happen again and he wasn’t giving him the opportunity to try something with him again. Threat or no threat, Briggs was shit-out-of-luck if he thought Landon would roll over and play silly bitch for him again.
“Who was that?” Carl asked, as Landon walked past him.
“Briggs.”
Carl’s eyes widened, knowing the reason Landon had an angry glare slapped across his face. Not sure whether to push, he braved the question.
“What did he want?” Carl asked.
“Nothing,” Landon’s eyes dropped to the floor. “Absolutely fuck all.”
“He was supposed to be away,” Carl announced, as if Landon was unaware. “Are you okay?”
Landon wasn’t okay, he wanted to tear Briggs from limb to limb, wanted to hurt him. But he wasn’t going to share that fact with Carl, wasn’t about to admit that he went down on Briggs because he was threatened. That same nauseating feeling he’d experienced each time he was reminded of that night left a bitter sick feeling in the back of his throat. If he didn’t want to throw up again, he had to change the subject quickly.
“Why don’t we concentrate on saying goodbye and call it a night. Daddy’s here and we’re going home.”
Carl was truly confused. “What got you so fucking pissy?”
“Briggs walking through the fucking door,” Landon snapped.
It was apparent Landon had a hate on for Briggs, he wasn’t offering an explanation and Carl wasn’t asking. His mood had changed dramatically, the happy-go-lucky Landon who was joking about boners not two hours ago, was acting completely out of character.
Then Carl watched Landon do a complete one-eighty, as he said his goodbyes, he was debonair and charming, an utter professional.
“Done, now get me the fuck out of here?” Landon asked, shrugging on his jacket. “I’m going to need a stiff one once we’re home.”
Carl laughed at the innuendo, Landon did not.
“This nightmare just never ends,” Landon spoke in a whisper.
“What was that?” Carl asked, but Landon walked ahead in a rush, choosing to ignore the question.
Not a word was shared on the ride home and once in the door Landon disappeared, leaving Carl to himself. He sauntered behind the bar and loaded crates with dirty glasses taking them to the kitchen and filled up the dishwasher. It was better for Carl to stay busy, then he wouldn’t have time to think about Landon. He came around the back of the bar with a crate of clean glasses and started filling the glass shelves. He heard a familiar voice ask Rex for a Coors lite and watched as Landon twisted the cap off a beer bottle and took a long swig. So strange for Landon to drink anything containing alcohol, Carl knew something was bothering him but he wasn’t about to pry.
Landon’s eyes followed his every move. Carl felt his stare burning into the back of his head as he topped up the ice wells, olive trays and prepared for close. Once finished, Carl sneered at Landon’s overt attention and grabbed a stack of towels for the bar upstairs.
Landon’s hand covered Carl’s before he could open the rear entrance door into Passion , Carl quickly yanked his hand away.
He moved about like a ninja, his stealth training was paying off as far as surprising Carl went. Landon could move from one end of the building to the other in the dead of night with the floors covered in bubble wrap and not make a sound. One minute Carl was all alone, the next second Landon was standing in his face and Carl had no idea where he came from or how.
“You haven’t got a
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