Wyatt
Wyatt jumped and nearly dropped the sander he’d just turned off when the voice came from the door of his workshop.
“You know, you should lock the door.”
He would know that voice anywhere, it even gave him butterflies in his dreams. Garrett. What was he doing here? Wyatt took several deep breaths and put down the tool before he let himself turn around. Every good intention to try and look like a normal person went right out the window the second he caught sight of the sexy Dom.
If Wyatt had thought Garrett looked good in a suit, the man was incredible in jeans and a t-shirt. The pants molded to his body like a second skin and the shirt was even worse. How was he supposed to be able to make his brain work when the man looked likethat?
“I…um…you…and…um…” He sounded like an idiot. Taking another deep breath, he focused over Garrett’s shoulder at the street light outside the door. Hoping it would help if he wasn’t looking directly at the sexy Dom, Wyatt tried again. “Um…Well, hello…Um…Can I help you?”
It came out too formal and still stuttered but it was at least a sentence. Most of one at least. Wyatt fought the urge to kneel and just look up at him. He probably looked even more ridiculous now than he had earlier.
Just thinking about the meeting had Wyatt’s stomach in knots. The butterflies had turned into giant sci-fi-sized moths. Had he figured it out? Even if he had, Wyatt knew he shouldn’t be panicking. So he designed furniture for interesting activities. The guy was a Dom for goodness sake, it wasn’t like he was going to judge.
But the idea of Garrett knowing made his knees weak.
Garrett grinned and leaned against the doorframe. He crossed one leg over the other highlighting his—Giving his head a little shake, Wyatt went back to focusing on the soft glow of the light. When had it gotten so dark?
“I wanted to come bring you the papers. I needed a signature.” There was a little pause then his voice got a little deeper, rougher. “I also wanted to see your…furniture.”
That little pause told Wyatt more than anything else the Dom had said. He knew. Now what? Pretend he didn’t know that he knew? That didn’t make enough sense. Most of the blood in Wyatt’s body wasnotin his brain.
The Dom must have known he’d fried Wyatt’s brain. His grin got bigger and he straightened up. Wyatt watched as the Dom quietly moved closer. This wasn’t the same insurance agent he’d been dealing with for the past year. This was the Dom he’d been fangirling over. What changed?
He decided, he probably didn’t want to know.
Maybe he did. It was too confusing. Garrett tossed some papers down on a table but didn’t stop. He kept getting closer until he was almost touching Wyatt. Wyatt had a weird bubble. Sometimes he liked having people close and sometimes it made him crazy. With Garrett, Wyatt wanted to climb all over him or kneel at his feet. Neither one was an option so his body couldn’t decide what to do.
That made his normally twitchy body even worse.
Hands clenched then opened. They went in his pockets and then came out. When he started biting his fingernail, he knew he looked nuts. The wiggling and shifting didn’t help either. He couldn’t decide what to do. Everything was always easier when he didn’t have to fight his instincts.
Garrett took the decision away from him.
“Hands behind your back.” His voice sent shivers through Wyatt, and he instinctively obeyed. “Very good.”
Hearing the pleasure in Garrett’s voice made Wyatt’s cock even harder than it already was. This had been his fantasy for months, probably longer. He wanted to pinch himself to see if it was real but he kept his hands clasped tightly. Disobeying the Dom was out of the question. Even a fantasy version.
Wyatt didn’t even realize he’d been staring at the man’s sexy chest until Garrett spoke again. “Look at me.”
Obeying that order was harder. Wyatt knew he wouldn’t be able to hide his desire from the Dom. His eyes moved up the sculpted body until he was looking into his eyes. “That’s a good boy.”
Shivers raced through him and he couldn’t help the little moan that escaped. Garrett didn’t seem to mind. His devilish grin got wider, heat flared in his eyes. The Dom liked making him nuts. Wyatt wasn’t sure what to make of it but that expression didn’t lie.
“Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to take a few minutes and finish up the paperwork so I can send this up to Ben and Conner. Oh yes, boy, I know what that business is. That’s what you were so nervous about, wasn’t it?” Garrett waited and it took Wyatt a minute to figure out he had to respond.
“Um, yes...” That was one of the things he’d been nervous about. So technically he’d been honest. And what was he supposed to call the man now? Garrett was too informal now and Sir seemed presumptuous. Master would be even worse so maybe Sir wasn’t that bad. “Sir?”
“That will do…for now. Once we’ve gotten that out of the way you’re going to show me yourcustom furniture.” Oh yeah, he knew. The Dom looked like he wasveryinterested in a tour of the workshop. Wyatt couldn’t decide how he felt about that.
He wasn’t sure if a response was required so he simply nodded, waiting. Garrett wrapped one hand around Wyatt’s waist and rested it on his back. It was like electricity shooting right through Wyatt and another little sound escaped.
Garrett’s smile got almost wolfish. Pressing his hand tighter, he steered Wyatt over to the table where the papers were lying. Once he had Wyatt positioned where he wanted, he removed his hand and took a step back.
Wyatt had to take a deep breath to clear his head as Garrett started explaining what everything meant and what was spelled out in the bond. He was glad Garrett was taking it seriously, but even on a good day he only understood about half the insurance paperwork. Today wasn’t even a good day, but he tried to follow along as best he could.
Garrett must have realized Wyatt wasn’t following because his voice softened and he smiled almost tenderly. “We’ll get this ready to be sent off today so you’ve got everything in order for the contract, but I want you to email me this weekend with any questions you have. You’re going to read it through several times. Are we clear? I want you to understand what everything means.”
