Page 143 of Right Man, Right Time
“What the hell am I going to do, Ross?”
“Well, I can tell you one thing, he won’t want to hear about snacks at a hockey game.”
“The nachos were phenomenal, though. That seems like a Vancouver secret.”
“I’m not denying the quality of nachos we had at the game, but I am questioning your sanity. Roberts won’t give you credit for your internship if you turn in an article about nachos when he wants an in-depth article on the Agitators organization.”
“Yeah, well, I have zero information regarding the Agitators other than they treat their families and players with respect.”
“So maybe go with that,” Ross suggests. “It might not be what Roberts wants, but it’s a twist on the story. You could start it off with how intimidating the organization is, but you were surprised to find they were nothing but welcoming, especially to a newcomer.”
“Yeah, that could work,” I say, my mind starting to turn with ideas.
“See, that’s what I’m here for,” Ross says as he tugs on the lapels of the hotel-provided robe he’s wearing and then sips champagne from his champagne flute like a freaking king.
“You’re really living up this moment, aren’t you?” I ask as I set my computer to the side and lie on my stomach across my bed.
“I don’t ever get sent gifts, so yes, I’m going to soak it all up.”
“I feel like you’re still on a high from being with Ian Rivers.”
Ross smirks. “That too.”
“Have you heard from him?”
“I have. He texted me this morning and asked how I was.”
“How cute,” I say. “Are you planning on meeting up again?”
“He wants to take me out on a date when they return from their away trip. I told him I’d love to.” Ross stares up at the ceiling. “He has easily the nicest body I’ve ever seen.”
I think Silas could give him some competition, but that’s just me.
“Well, I’m glad you went for it.” My phone lights up next to me, and I see it’s from Silas.
I swipe open the text.
Silas:Can we talk?
I twist my lips to the side, concerned.
“What’s that look for?” Ross says.
“Silas wants to talk.”
“So talk.”
“I don’t think I’m ready.”
“What do you mean?” Ross asks as he wets the rim of his champagne flute with his tongue.
I sit up and cross my legs on the bed. “Okay, so I went to his place yesterday to work out. I knew he was going to come home, so I took a shower and found him in the sauna. Well, let’s just say, things happened in there.”
“What kind of things?”
I run my finger over the comforter and say, “I gave him head, and then he returned the favor.”
“You saw his penis?” Ross turns toward me now, fully invested. “I won’t ask for details, just tell me . . . was it pierced?” I nod, and Ross groans. “God, that’s so hot.”
