Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Had he agreed to be a salesman?
He had no idea how to sell anything to anyone.
What had just happened?
=♥=
Greer strode toward Dallas, his stride long and confident as he slid his sexiest grin in place. The sounds of “Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked” began to play on the surround sound. His gorgeous honey sat at the center island, taking a long drink from his cocktail glass, eyeing Greer’s progress.
He knew Dallas loved him, but damn, the man sure kept him on his toes. Every evening, when Dallas first arrived home, they played a game of cat and mouse. Dallas voiced his concern of wearing out his welcome by being there every night, and Greer worked to learn the art of romance. He wined and dined Dallas. Maybe Dallas didn’t fully understand where he belonged, but Greer did.
Tonight, candles glowed and the living room furniture had been pushed out of the way. Greer had planned dancing for the evening. Of course, Skye and Ducky didn’t come for dinner. Greer had introduced Skye to Evan five days ago. The two were currently on their fourth date, utterly taken with one another. Ducky had a League of Legends tournament he didn’t want to miss.
“I knew they wouldn’t come tonight.” Greer stopped in front of Dallas, reaching for Dallas’s half full glass of Grey Goose and brought it to his lips.
“You look handsome,” Dallas murmured. Greer swallowed the hearty sip, stepping closer as he handed the glass back to Dallas. “Your clothes always fit you very well. I remember that from the first night we met.” The smile on Dallas’s face made his heart beat a little faster.
“That was the night I fell in love with you,” Greer admitted.
The night would be etched in his memory from now until eternity. Dallas offered him another drink without any prompting even as the slightest flush hit Dallas’s cheeks. His Adam’s apple gave a small bob. His mister liked his words; Dallas was so damn endearing. Greer took the glass and stepped between Dallas’s parted thighs, caging the trainer in against the counter. He reached for the bottle of vodka and poured a good portion into the glass.
“Have nothing to say about that?”
“I love you too.”
Greer laughed, putting the shared glass to Dallas’s lips. “Not the night you fell for me too?”
Greer’s phone went nuts, drawing their attention down to his slacks. He pulled the cell free. Generally, he tried to silence the thing before he began his few precious alone hours with Dallas. He muted his phone and absently tossed the phone on the counter beside the bottle.
“Social media.”
“What social media do you have?” Dallas’s strong arm came to Greer’s waist, keeping him snugly there. “Are we friends or followers?”
“Twitter, Instagram, Tinder, Scruff. I thought we had this discussion,” Greer said teasingly, trying for cheeky. Dallas completely missed his joke. His eyes narrowed until a quirk lifted one side of his pouty lips.
“That’s right. I need to join Tinder.” The words flipped Greer’s smile into an automatic frown. How quickly and efficiently had his guy turned the tables on him?
“No, you don’t. And I’ll delete mine.” The idea of Dallas signing on to Tinder and seeing what he might be missing had Greer giving the glass back to Dallas as he reached for his phone again. Working quickly, he deleted both apps with Dallas watching. “Now come dance with me so I can forget the mental image of your possible Tinder hookup.”
Greer tucked his phone away as Dallas discarded the glass, giving a chuckle. He took Dallas’s hands, drawing him to his feet and the few steps to the center of the living room. He came flush against Dallas’s hard body and hardening cock, wrapping himself around his man.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about this sales position idea. I’ve never sold anything in my life,” Dallas said.
“You as the national sales advisor means we can travel together.” Greer ignored the snappy tune playing overhead and pressed his cheek against Dallas’s as he started to sway. “Don’t worry. I watched you in Houston. You’re a natural. You’ll figure it out. I wasn’t lying when I said national sales is where your true growth will come from. Corporate accounts are a no-brainer. They’ll promote physical health with their staff at a very low cost to them.”
Dallas drew back to look him in the eyes as if that idea had never occurred to him. “That’s not a bad idea. We can have exclusive corporate competitions every quarter. Maybe an annual tournament with prizes. Would the companies donate prizes to give to the winners?”
“See? Perfect salesman,” Greer’s said, winking at Dallas. “You’ll figure it all out.”
“Why do I feel like there’s more to this?” Those speculative green eyes narrowed, and Dallas resisted Greer’s efforts to draw him closer again.
“You’re a hard one to get things past, aren’t you?” How could Greer explain all this change inside him when he didn’t truly understand what was happening inside him in the first place?