I might know a way or two but I really don't know how I really got to the point of waiting for Blane with this guy. All I know is everything is because of him.
Its obvious no business talk happened in that room this night. Barnard who I am sure had begun drinking before the rest came in had been talking about his crush...yes, now Mr.player has a crush. We'd all been shocked.
Also for some reason the guy who had been running away from us the past several weeks was now talking to us, asking for advice on ways to capture the 'man of his dreams.'
"What the hell is with you?"
"I really need your help."
"He's Blane's best friend."
So much for thinking this had nothing to do with me, now I feel like I'll be thrown right in the middle of a mess.
"Isn't it better that way?"
"Nope! It's the easiest way to get your legs chopped off."
Thank you Quint...and I'll be doing the chopping myself, or maybe not.
Quint's reaction then had most likely meant he'd analyzed the video I'd told him to clear out. That fight two weeks ago had really been something. Taffy was someone I'd had to get full background check on and whatever this guy was getting himself on, if he wasn't careful could burn him to coal.
"I really like him. I'd have done this some other way but he refuses to talk to people outside his circle."
"You're just a freakin' player, why should he help you?"
"Aren't we pals?"
"To tell you the truth, once you hurt that little guy, the one I'd get into trouble with is my little guy so I'd rather not risk it."
"You really like Blane, huh!"
That statement from Kristoff had been treated as normal as everything but I really do like him.
And this guy better not get involved or else we might really be looking into cutting ties sooner. He'd been adamant about needing my help and I'd told myself I wasn't going to do any intros. I was sure he and Blane hadn't met, which meant even Blane might not know whether those two have.
One moment he was beside me excited, the next he was gone...I really don't care much as I see Blane come out being held by equally tipsy-looking girls talking gibberish.
I should have cared though...
I had to arrange for them to get taxis before I drove off. I hadn't seen Taffy though we'd waited over twenty minutes. The girls had been sure he'd left early and he wasn't picking my calls...not that he had ever done it before.
"You need to shower first."
"I don't want to."
"Blane!"
"Why are you angry now?"
"I am not angry."
Just exasperated. He was more than octopus clingy now, which I don't think strange given his daily ways. I helped him out of the jacket which smelt of cigarette smoke for some reason then got to his t-shirt...at least he didn't smell like he'd had one but I still have questions I am sure wouldn't be answered today.
"Raise your hands, we need to get you out of this."
"I want to hug you."
"We can do that after...I promise..."
Though my body didn't like that idea but what do I do, I need to give bait.
Though right now the idea of hugging him without a shirt on was biting into my brain. I keep thinking of it and liking it each second that passed.
I helped him out of the t-shirt as he squirmed and was back to clinging onto me...bait not taken, should have known. I had been thinking of a sponge bath, at the moment it would have been the best idea, but that is only if someone was willing to let go being a koala.
He wasn't even willing to listen to me say it so I had to choose the bathtub. I sat him on the covered toilet bowl, maneuvering fast to free those legs from around my waist before hurriedly standing. I worked to turn on the faucets, prepare a towel and a bathrobe.
"Don't sleep in the tub."
"Mmh!
I help him out of the jeans he had on together with the socks and try not to stare as I carried him into the bathtub.
"Blane!"
"I know, I'll shower, not sleep."
"If anything..."
"I'll call out for you."
He was sounding more sober now ...thank heavens, I myself need the coldest shower I could get right about now.
I should have pestered him more but the heavy breathing and the slight sweat had been enough to know he was on edge.
The cigarette ... I'd thought he'd ask. I still recall the way he wrinkled his nose and then thrown that jacket, should I be happy he'd reacted to it?
I leaned my head on the pillow he'd conveniently placed there and begun going through options. At least he'd reacted to my body...but he thought I was drunk. Was that a turn off for him? But, he'd been hard...I wasn't really a heavy drinker.
I'd drunk some...pretty normal when that was the basic thing people went to do at a club...my mentor had said that most people in their year were good at it.
All their parties and meetings involved wine and beer...whichever your palette allowed. Even those that hadn't touched booze before were heavy drinkers now.
What should my next step be though... seduction? But he always turns away when I change...what had those girls said, I can't really recall.