“About what or should I say whom?” Bryce stubbornly wouldn’t give up and let it drop.
Did he want to share? If he was being honest…probably. He wasn’t going to get anywhere trying to figure things out on his own.
“I’m not sure if it’s all in my head.” He let his head fall back, staring up at the ceiling, and sighed. “I’m not the kind of sub he usually goes for.”
Bryce paused for a moment, then cleared his throat. “What’s his usual type?”
“I don’t know…I guess if I had to say…maybe twinks. But I’m not sure if that’s on purpose or not.” The club had a lot of single twinks lately so there was no way to tell if that’s what Calen preferred. “I don’t really look like a sub.”
Not that Brent minded how he looked at all. It wasn’t that he looked like a gorilla or something, he just didn’t come across as what most guys thought a sub should look like. When you combined that with his desire for more than a Saturday night kind of Dom, it was hard to meet someone.
He wasn’t looking for something completely lifestyle but he also didn’t want to pretend to be vanilla during the week. Brent had met plenty of men who wanted to have a regular relationship most of the time and only play at the club occasionally. That wasn’t for him.
Life would be so much easier if he was a twink who was a complete bottom type of sub. Being complicated sucked.
“Did you get the feeling it mattered?” Bryce’s voice pulled Brent back to the conversation again.
“Huh?” He looked at Bryce’s frustrated expression before sinking down in the chair and letting his head fall back again. Bryce really did have the best chairs. Garrett was ridiculously proud of his conference room but the care that Bryce had put into picking out the furniture in his office put the rest of them to shame.
No simple fabric covered chairs for his customers’ asses. No. He had soft leather with so much padding Brent thought someone could bounce on them. And Bryce hadn’t stopped there. The wood in his desk was a warm, rich color that didn’t scream expensive but it looked solid and well put together. His office didn’t look like it cost a fortune, but it radiated a confident dependability that Brent loved.
“Lord, nut, you’re going to drive me crazy.” Bryce took a deep breath before he continued. “I was responding to your comment about looks. When you guys were starting to hit it off, did it seem to matter to him what you looked like? Was he checking you out?”
“Possibly. I didn’t even think about the kind of guy he usually goes for until later. At the time, it felt like he was into me. But now…I don’t know.” When he’d been kneeling there, he’d been so focused on Calen’s touch that he might have missed a look one way or the other.
“Who are we talking about? No more hinting. We’re not teenagers talking about your first crush. I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
Time to put up or shut up.
“Calen.”
He waited, still not looking at Bryce but there was no response. Finally, he tilted his head up and peeked at his brother. Bryce had a smile from ear to ear. A big shit-eating grin that made Brent want to throw something at him. “What?”
Was he not going to say anything?
“Grant owes me twenty bucks.” Bryce smirked, looking one step away from doing a happy dance.
That was not what he’d been expecting. “You’re gambling on my love life?”
Not that a seemingly one-sided crush added up to a love life, but still.
“Hell yes. Especially when you were both crazy and bitchy lately. He’s been drinking like a fish and you’ve been working such long hours I was going to put a bed in your office. It had to be something like that. It was the only thing that made sense. Grant guessed that you two were mad at each other and I don’t even think Garrett realized anything was off. He’s totally oblivious when it comes to shit like that.”
That made Brent laugh, Garrett never even noticed that a sub was into him until they were literally throwing themselves into his lap. “So you don’t think I’m crazy?”
“No, you two would be good together. And with the way he’s been acting lately, it wouldn’t surprise me at all he was interested in you. What are you going to do about it?”
“I don’t know. He hasn’t said anything that makes me sure either way. It would make things awkward if I misread his signals and said something. But he could be simply waiting for me to show him I’m interested. With him working for Garrett, it might be weird for him.” There were too many possibilities for Brent to list them all.
“You should go for it. He’s clearly distracted by something. Give him a call and see what happens.”
“Just ask him?” He sounded horrified but he couldn’t help it. Brent was take charge, but that seemed too risky—like he was asking to get shot down or something.
Bryce laughed. “Text him or something and sympathize with him for having enforced time off this week as well. See if he wants to hang out. That might give him an opening to take things up a notch.”
“What do you mean he has time off too?”
“You didn’t see Garrett’s email? I got it right before you came in. Reading between the lines, it looked like Calen came in this morning looking rough enough that Garrett made him take a vacation. You’re both in the same boat. I thought it was interesting.”
