Page 17 of Heat Transfer
Rustling sounded behind the curtain, and Cor slipped out in his suit, his Henley underneath it.
Well, damn. That wasn’t fair at all.
Cor in a suit was asight. The color brought out his eyes, like I’d thought, and the cut showcased his strong body—one I was now well aware of. Pretending to be his boyfriend wouldn’t be a hardship in the slightest. And if it meant I could drape myself all over him like the other night at the bar? My cock was far too interested in that outcome. Cor was warm and cozy and toocomfortable. I slipped my hand into my pocket and drank in the sight of him, not hiding my perusal.
After all, fake boyfriends.
And after all, I was starting to realize maybe the way I couldn’t keep myself from touching him wasn’t just friendly affection. From the moment we’d met, we gravitated to each other like magnets, and the pull was a lot stronger than anything I’d ever felt. Even my last relationship.
“Does it look bad?” Cor asked, glancing down his sleeve as if something was wrong with it.
I swallowed, my mouth dry from hanging open. “No, that’s a win. Buy that suit right now.”
Cor licked his lips, a pretty flush on his cheeks that struck an understanding to light within me. He’d blushed around me before, but I’d figured he reddened easily. However, if it wasn’t that…
“So, it’ll be okay for the gala? What about you?” he asked.
“You were hogging the changing room.” I winked. “Let me go try this on.”
Honestly, I needed to escape just to collect myself. My heart thumped fast, my body vibrating with awareness. And the longer I looked at Cor in a suit, the more my semi threatened to turn into full wood, which would be a problem for future me at the gala. I slipped behind the curtain and made quick work of changing. With how much smaller I was compared to Cor, I didn’t run the risk of snagging my suit on a stray nail.
The full-length mirror gave me a solid view of the navy blue suit, which fit incredibly well. I’d already checked the price, so if we’d both found our suits, it was game on.
I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to smooth my curls a little. Fucking hopeless task, but it gave me a few more seconds before stepping back out into realization central. Where I hadto face Cor in his suit while my body sent all sorts of confusing signals. Pretty bisexual signals, if I were being honest.
How I’d never uncovered this years ago was beyond me, considering Marco had been out and proud for as long as I could remember.
Though these feelings could be a fluke. My body reacting to my newly single status or whatever. I was clearly convincing myself.
I pulled open the curtain. Cor stood in the aisle waiting for me, and the second I stepped forward, his eyes widened. The heat in his gaze was palpable, and a shiver rolled down my spine. Warmth stirred inside me, and lust pumped through my veins. He still wore that suit that hugged him in all the right places, and my traitorous libido was not immune.
“So, what do you think?” I turned around to flaunt my ass. I glanced back to see his gaze zeroed in there, and my body lit up. Ngh, okay. This would be a problem. All the flirty comments I’d made with him, the constant teasing, had probably been hellish for him. I tossed that thought into the pile of “to be dealt with later.”
“Uh, yeah. Definitely that one.” The slight rasp to his voice was telltale that this could affect him the same way it was me.
“You sure it’s not too tight?” I spun around again. One thing was getting tight, and it was my suit pants because of my stiffening cock. But I was having fun flashing my best assets in this suit.
Cor coughed into his hand. “I’m going to change out of this. Looks like we found what we need.” With that, he disappeared into the changing room again.
Out of clear view, I adjusted my cock and then gave too much effort into examining my cuffs. Easier than grappling with what felt like a monumental shift.
Help, I discovered my sexuality in a random boutique changing room.
A moment later, Cor stepped out, back in his Henley and jeans. He had the suit draped over his arm. “I’m going to pay. Meet you up front?”
“Yep,” I said, all but diving in to quickly change. My mind whirred a hundred miles a second, and I couldn’t keep up with the thoughts emerging. In no time flat, I had the suit in hand and stepped out of the changing room. Cor was at the counter, his phone to his ear, a serious expression on his face.
Concern filled me, setting me on edge. I put the suit on the counter. “This one,gracias.”
“Buena eleccion,” the man said as he rang me up.
I handed over my credit card, only half paying attention. Cor paced back and forth near the door, keeping his voice low, but the worried bite to his tone was unmistakable.
“I’ll see you around,” I said to the old man behind the register, grabbing the bag with my suit before my feet carried me in Cor’s direction. When I stopped in front of him, I mouthed, “What’s going on?”
He tilted his head toward the door. We both stepped out into the brisk autumn weather, breezes arriving with a bite.
“I’ll meet you there,” Cor said into the phone, then slipped it into his pocket. “Dad’s in the hospital. That was Ollie. He said something happened on the job, but he wasn’t sure what, just that Mom picked Dad up and took him over.” The sheer panic in Cor’s tone struck me square in the chest, especially with how he fought to mask it. “Sorry to cut this short. I’ve got to head there now.”