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one’s fault.” He sat silently, remembering the tragedy and the pain he’d felt when Miles had come to break the news.
Alex squeezed his hand. “I am so sorry. You sound as if you were close to your parents.”
“I was and I was very fortunate to have them for those nineteen years,” Sage said quietly. “Some people aren’t so lucky, I guess.” He looked at Alex. “How about you? Do you still have family around?”
Alex took his hands away from his as he smiled tightly. “No, no family. There’s just me.” Alex offered nothing more. Again Sage wondered at this man’s need to keep secrets about his personal life.
Sage finished his coffee, putting the cup down on the coaster on the table. “I should be getting off.” He stood up and stretched. “Thanks for the chat and the coffee. I suppose I’ll see you in the morning?”
Alex nodded. “I’ll be there. Where else would I be?”
Sage picked up his jacket and slung it over his shoulder. He made his way to the door and opened it, stepping into the warm June night air. “Goodnight, Alex. Sweet dreams.” Sage turned and walked up the steps to the pavement, feeling Alex’s eyes on him as he headed toward the tube station.
He’d enjoyed that little glimpse into the elusive Mr. Montgomery’s private world and thought he might have been fairly privileged to see the inside of his home. He imagined Alex didn’t share it with many. That alone made him feel special.
Alex was certainly growing on him even though his caginess about the other areas of his life continued to intrigue him. Sage wondered exactly what secrets he held in that head of his. He wasn’t sure whether he had the patience to find out, as much as he wanted to. He sighed as the train rumbled into the station and he jumped onto the tube that would take him toward Chelsea. But he certainly might give it a try if the right opportunity presented itself and he could break through that wall the man had put around himself.
* * *
Alex closed the door to his apartment, leaning against it with both a sigh of relief and regret. Relief that Sage had finally gone and he could relax and stop wondering what the actor looked like with his shirt off, wanting to run his hands through his curly black hair, place his mouth against his and taste him and feel him inside him.
Regret saddened him. All he had was the fantasy because he didn’t have the courage to do any of those things. His groin ached with his need for Sage and he felt bereft now that he’d gone.
What the hell is going on with me? I hardly know the man except through work yet it feels like I’ve known him longer. He has this effect on me. It must be because he’s been in my head so intimately as Carter West that I almost feel I know him. It’s as if part of him belongs to me because I created him.
Since leaving the studio, he hadn’t even thought of Study in Scarlet or his next session. Why was it when he was with Sage he could forget his seedier side? Alex took the coffee cups to the kitchen and actually drank the dregs of coffee in Sage’s cup from the side where he had sipped it.
He was mortified at himself.
Christ, Alex, you’re like a mooning hormonal teenager. Get a grip on yourself.
That night when he finally went to bed around eleven, he made sure Sage starred in his fantasies. When he finally climaxed, murmuring Sage’s name, he imagined Sage’s hands on his body, Sage’s warm mouth on his, and for the moment he was content.
Chapter 9
The following morning Alex was sitting at his desk in his office at the film studio when he heard a soft knock on his door. His face brightened when he saw Sage standing there, dressed in tight blue jeans and a well-worn green checked shirt. Alex thought he looked as sexy as hell.
“Morning.” Sage grinned. “Did you sleep well last night?”
Alex flushed, remembering what he’d done last night with this man in his mind. He nodded. “I did. It must have been the biscuits and the
Alex squeezed his hand. “I am so sorry. You sound as if you were close to your parents.”
“I was and I was very fortunate to have them for those nineteen years,” Sage said quietly. “Some people aren’t so lucky, I guess.” He looked at Alex. “How about you? Do you still have family around?”
Alex took his hands away from his as he smiled tightly. “No, no family. There’s just me.” Alex offered nothing more. Again Sage wondered at this man’s need to keep secrets about his personal life.
Sage finished his coffee, putting the cup down on the coaster on the table. “I should be getting off.” He stood up and stretched. “Thanks for the chat and the coffee. I suppose I’ll see you in the morning?”
Alex nodded. “I’ll be there. Where else would I be?”
Sage picked up his jacket and slung it over his shoulder. He made his way to the door and opened it, stepping into the warm June night air. “Goodnight, Alex. Sweet dreams.” Sage turned and walked up the steps to the pavement, feeling Alex’s eyes on him as he headed toward the tube station.
He’d enjoyed that little glimpse into the elusive Mr. Montgomery’s private world and thought he might have been fairly privileged to see the inside of his home. He imagined Alex didn’t share it with many. That alone made him feel special.
Alex was certainly growing on him even though his caginess about the other areas of his life continued to intrigue him. Sage wondered exactly what secrets he held in that head of his. He wasn’t sure whether he had the patience to find out, as much as he wanted to. He sighed as the train rumbled into the station and he jumped onto the tube that would take him toward Chelsea. But he certainly might give it a try if the right opportunity presented itself and he could break through that wall the man had put around himself.
* * *
Alex closed the door to his apartment, leaning against it with both a sigh of relief and regret. Relief that Sage had finally gone and he could relax and stop wondering what the actor looked like with his shirt off, wanting to run his hands through his curly black hair, place his mouth against his and taste him and feel him inside him.
Regret saddened him. All he had was the fantasy because he didn’t have the courage to do any of those things. His groin ached with his need for Sage and he felt bereft now that he’d gone.
What the hell is going on with me? I hardly know the man except through work yet it feels like I’ve known him longer. He has this effect on me. It must be because he’s been in my head so intimately as Carter West that I almost feel I know him. It’s as if part of him belongs to me because I created him.
Since leaving the studio, he hadn’t even thought of Study in Scarlet or his next session. Why was it when he was with Sage he could forget his seedier side? Alex took the coffee cups to the kitchen and actually drank the dregs of coffee in Sage’s cup from the side where he had sipped it.
He was mortified at himself.
Christ, Alex, you’re like a mooning hormonal teenager. Get a grip on yourself.
That night when he finally went to bed around eleven, he made sure Sage starred in his fantasies. When he finally climaxed, murmuring Sage’s name, he imagined Sage’s hands on his body, Sage’s warm mouth on his, and for the moment he was content.
Chapter 9
The following morning Alex was sitting at his desk in his office at the film studio when he heard a soft knock on his door. His face brightened when he saw Sage standing there, dressed in tight blue jeans and a well-worn green checked shirt. Alex thought he looked as sexy as hell.
“Morning.” Sage grinned. “Did you sleep well last night?”
Alex flushed, remembering what he’d done last night with this man in his mind. He nodded. “I did. It must have been the biscuits and the
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