Lies, Lust and Love Chapter 2 “Hey Dad” Gus began when he finally got his father on the phone. “I called your place and talked to Justin. How cool is that you have yourself a houseboy.” “He’s my driver.” “He said he’s your houseboy and your driver.” Gus was fishing for information as to how his father felt about Justin. He could tell that Justin had been interested in his dad. “He’s my driver who likes to cook.” Brian clarified. “I told him he doesn’t have to do it.” “I guess he just likes to cook, eh Dad?” “I think it’s more that he just likes to eat and this solves the problem.” Brian said with a laugh. “So what kind of car does he drive?” “He bought me a Lexus, it’s not bad.” Brian admitted. “It does seem strange having someone else drive me around.” “Is he a good driver? Maybe he could teach me to drive.” “Once again, you’re too young. Stop trying to grow up too fast and make an old man out of me.” “Is he hot?” “No we have air-conditioning.” Brian deliberately misunderstood. “Daaaaad” Gus sang out. “He’s okay” Brian admitted. “He’s blond, about five ten and looks reasonably fit. He has a good ass.” Gus giggled. “Are you fucking him?” “Gus that is none of your business, but no I’m not. This is a business arrangement.” “But he lives with you.” “In his own rooms, we only share the kitchen.” “Dad, that’s the room I wanted.” “You can have the other bedroom when you come and visit.” “I could share with Justin.” “I don’t think so Gus.” “He could teach me French and stuff.” “He might not even be around when you come in the summer. I can’t see this being a long term job for him. He seems to be a lot more ambitious than wanting to drive me around.” Gus smiled to himself. There was no way Justin was going to be able to last six months without his father finding out everything about him. This was going to be very interesting, he’d have to visit often and he’d start with the Thanksgiving week. He’d work on his moms to let him go. “I’ll let you go Dad; I just wanted to say hi. I miss you, I kind of miss being able to go to the loft and just hang out.” “I miss you too Gus. Stay away from the loft. Don’t you have soccer practice or something these days to keep you occupied?” “I think I’ll start karate lessons. Will you pay for me?” “If that’s what you want.” Brian agreed thinking it was a strange request and not something he would have thought Gus would want to do. “Yeah, I’m kind of motivated. It’ll be good for me. Bye Dad, I love you.” “Goodbye Gus, I love you too.” Brian hung up the phone, his thoughts amused at the antics of his young son. He knew that fourteen almost fifteen was a tough age for a boy and Gus didn’t seem to have a close friend like he had with Mikey. At least with Mikey he had someone to talk to and work out life ideas with. The rest of the afternoon went by quickly, finally at six he called Justin to come and get him. “How long will it take you to get here?” he asked. “Mais Monsieur, I am here now. I am in front of the building.” Brian shook his head. “I told you I’d call when I needed you.” “Oui Monsieur, Mademoiselle Cynthia called me fifteen minutes ago. She said you would be finished for the day soon. So I came over.” “Fine, I’ll be right down.” Brian gathered up his things and headed for the car and Justin. Since it was a Friday night he planned to relax at home until ten thirty and then head out to the clubs. There was one he wanted to try. Tonight was Mardi Gras night there. He’d received an email about it only this afternoon. It should be fun. While Justin didn’t open the door for Brian, Brian could tell that the blond wanted to but was holding himself back. “So Justin, did you keep busy this afternoon?” he asked. “Oui, I did the grocery shopping and I’ve prepared dinner.” He’d done a few other things as well but Brian didn’t have to know that. “I understand you spoke to my son.” “Oui, he is a very polite young man.” “Yes he is. It was the one draw back to taking this job. I hate to be away from him. Of course he didn’t live with me anyway. But still he would come over two or three times a week and we’d just hang out together.” Brian wasn’t sure why he was telling this to Justin. “Your son, he will come to visit no?” “I hope to have him visit during the summer. Maybe we’ll rent something on the ocean for a week or two.” “But I’m sure he would like to see New York. It is a wonderful city full of great museums.” “That’s true. Gus is something of an artist himself. He probably would like to see a museum or two.” Brian was silent while he thought of that. “Perhaps you could invite him for his school break at Thanksgiving.” “That’s too soon. I’m busy at the office; I wouldn’t be able to take the time to be with him.” “But surely you won’t be working all Thanksgiving weekend.” “No, but still.” “I have lived in New York many years (like my whole life) I could take your son to the museum and to some of the galleries. You could take him to a play on the Friday or Saturday night.” “He might not even want to spend his few days off of school here.” Brian began. “His mothers might not want him to travel alone.” “I’m sure he would be happy if you asked. He is at the age when his father’s good wishes are important to him.” Brian, remembering his own childhood, realized that Justin was probably right. “Maybe I will give him a call and ask. Are you sure you wouldn’t mind spending time with him? I mean you and he would be together more than I would be with him, at least at the first of the week.” “I’m sure that I will have a fine time showing your son the sight of New York.” Justin declared. He turned into the parking garage as Brian had instructed the day before and quickly located their assigned parking spot. Together they walked to the elevator and rode up to Brian’s floor. “I put your mail on your desk.” Justin said when they got inside. “Something smells good.” Brian commented. “It’s old fashioned pot roast, with oven roasted potatoes and veggies. If you would like to change first, dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes. I really only have a few last minute things to do.” “Justin,” Brian said as he looked at the table already set for one. “Add another place setting. There is no need for you to eat in your room. Come and join me for dinner.” “Oui Monsieur Kinney.” Justin flushed with pleasure. This was going to be interesting. Brian was surprised at the blush that had washed over Justin. He looked at him with interest. The man was handsome. He wasn’t the type Brian usually went for, but there was something about him that pulled at Brian’s heart. He shook his head trying to rid himself of the foolish thoughts that were now racing through his mind. Never having dealt with having live in servants before, Brian wasn’t sure what the proper etiquette was when dealing with one. He realized that he might have to change this arrangement ,as beautiful as this young man was to have around. It wouldn’t be right to make advances to him. The blond might think he had to go through with it because Brian was his employer and that wouldn’t be right. He hoped it was okay to ask him to eat dinner together. Brian was going to have to discuss this problem with Cynthia tomorrow. When they were sitting down at the dinner table, Brian tasted his dinner. “This is really good Justin. It tastes like something my grandmother would have made.” “I made it as low fat as possible Monsieur Kinney.” “Call me Brian. It’s not like we have to be formal, there are only the two of us here.” “Brian” the word came out accented. It sent a shivers down Brian’s spine right to his groin. Justin took a bite of his dinner and nodded his head toward the other man. The two of them ate their dinner in companionable silence, both of them appreciating the food and the wine that Brian had served with the meal. When they finished, Justin began to clear the table. Brian jumped up to help. “You cooked, I’ll clean up.” Brian said. “If I help, it will go that much faster.” Justin’s voice was shy. He couldn’t believe he was feeling shy around another man. He was usually the one in charge. They finished up in the kitchen and Brian headed toward his room. “I’m going to relax until ten thirty. I want to go to Boomers. Do you know where that is?” “Oui, Brian, it isn’t far from here. I understand it is Mardis Gras night there tonight. Do you have a costume?” “I don’t do costumes. I’ll come as a queer advertising executive who is out for a night at a club.” He smirked. “I have just the outfit.” “You will have fun.” Justin smiled and headed for his own room. Tonight was going to be more fun than Brian realized, or at least that was what Justin hoped. Justin headed for his sitting room. After making sure the door was closed, he quickly dialed Toby. “Hey Tob, he bit. He’s going to Boomers. Is everything all set?” “Sure Taylor, but I think this is a real bad idea.” “No it isn’t. We haven’t missed a Mardis Gras night at Boomers in years. It’ll be just like old times.” “Hardly Taylor, you’re playing with fire and I’m afraid you’re the one who is going to get burned. What’s up with this guy anyway? You’ve never given a shit about anybody before and this guy is your boss.” “I don’t know, but something about him is intriguing me. I figure if I have him once, then that’s all I’ll need. I can settle down to being the dutifully little servant boy.” “What a crock of shit Taylor. There is no way you’re going to last six months living with a guy you’ve fucked without him finding out who you are. And I know you, you get a taste of something yummy, you won’t stop until you’re full.” “Lame analogy Toby, we aren’t in prep school anymore.” “You know what I mean Taylor.” Toby sighed. “Against my better judgment, I’ll set it up with AJ and Todd. But this Kinney is going to be pretty pissed when he finds out the truth.” “If’ he finds out the truth.” Justin stated. There was no way Brian was going to discover tonight’s deception. He’d barely hung up the phone when it rang again. “Hey” Justin said when he saw the number was Gus’. “I just called to say thanks Justin. Dad called the moms and they said I could come and visit at Thanksgiving. That’s better than sneaking.” “It’s much better than sneaking. Why do you think I had anything to do with it?” Gus had a smile in his voice. “Cause there is no way dad would have thought of it himself. He told mom that you could take me to some galleries and museums. Is that true?” “Sure, I’ll show you the sights of my city. We’ll have fun. But don’t forget to keep my secret Gus.” “I won’t Justin. See you next week.” “Next week it is.” Justin smiled to himself as he disconnected. It would be nice to meet Brian’s kid and he always loved showing off New York. Justin had prepared for tonight earlier in the day so he spent the time waiting for Brian to get ready by sketching his employer. He did a whole page of nothing but his hands, they fascinated Justin and there were times in the last twenty four hours when he actually yearned to have them touch him. Justin would keep those thoughts to himself though. He didn’t need his friends finding out that the stud, Justin Taylor, was weak kneed over some tall gangly ad man. Speaking of that, he picked up his phone and called his father. “Hey Dad, have you made a decision about your advertising yet?” “Justin, I don’t hear from you for two weeks and you call to ask me about the advertising account for the hotels.” His father laughed. “Are you finally getting interested in taking over?” “No Dad, you know Molly is the one who deserves to head up Taylor Hotels. But I was wondering about your advertising. I ran into a pretty good firm and thought I might give you a heads up about it. It’s Vanguard out of Pittsburgh, they’ve established an office here in New York. I understand the man in charge of the office; and Brian Kinney is pretty spectacular when it comes to new campaigns.” Justin knew that Vanguard was actually being considered by his father. He’d talked to Molly about it the week before he had even met Brian. “Actually Vanguard is one of the firms we are considering proposals from.” His father answered. “So you really think it would be worth while to give these guys a chance do you?” “I do. I’ve seen their work and it’s perfect for Taylor Hotels.” “Tell you what Justin, I’ll talk to Molly about it and we’ll give them a call on Monday. Maybe set up a meeting. Now when are you coming over for dinner? Your mother has been asking about you.” “Believe it or not dad, I’ve started a new job. It’s just something that I need to learn some life experience, nothing permanent, but I’m not sure when my day off is. I’ll give mom a call when I find out.” “I’m glad to hear it son.” His father smiled to himself. “But you know that your next show is in four months. You really should be working on that.” “I’m pretty much prepared dad. I only have two or three more pieces to do. I’ll have time.” “Is there a new guy in your life, is that why the sudden interest in employment” “Dad, do I ask about your love life?” “Considering it’s with your mother, no you don’t.” he laughed. “Okay, I won’t ask, but if you do have someone in your life, bring him to that supper your mother wants you to attend.” “I’ll think about it dad.” Justin said. They talked for a few more minutes before hanging up. Satisfied with what he’d done, Justin picked up his sketch book to continue(;) this time he concentrated on a pair of hazel eyes. A soft knock on Justin’s door brought him back to the present. He checked his clock as he made his way to the door. It was ten thirty five. “Désolé Monsieur, je n’ai pas surveillé l’heure.” “That’s alright, I just got dressed now.” It was then that Justin got a good look at his employer’s club wear. Brian was dressed in tight black leather pants, and a black silk shirt only partially buttoned. “Vous êtes superbe.” Justin breathed, forgetting himself for a moment. “I’ll be right with you.” Justin picked up his uniform hat and followed Brian out the door. Brian walked ahead to the elevator, he was thinking of the expression of lust he’d seen in Justin’s eyes, before he managed to catch himself. Interesting, was going through Brian’s mind as the two of them headed for the car. “You said you know where Boomer’s is” Brian asked as he got into the rear seat. “Mais oui Monsieur” Justin said. “It is a very popular place and of course tonight is special.” Boomer was only a short drive from Brian’s building. Justin parked in front of the busy entrance. “Park somewhere and relax, I’ll call you when I want to go home.” “Oui Monsieur.” Justin said. He watched Brian by pass the line up and disappear inside. The door man signaled Justin that Brian was in and Justin dipped the headlights in acknowledgment before heading to his town house where he parked Brian’s car down the block. He raced to his home and quickly changed into the costume he’d wear tonight. It consisted of a pair of skin tight almost opaque blue satin shorts, a jeweled nipple ring and a specially built latex face mask that fit like a second skin and was painted in blue glitter designs on one half and silver on the other. The final part of his costume was a feathered head dress with a built in pocket for his small cell phone that he switched to vibrate mode. He was back at Boomers in his own car within half an hour. Charlie at the door waved him inside where Justin quickly joined the crowd on the dance floor. He lost himself in the music instantly. All the tension of the last couple of days flowed out of his body as he moved to the beat of the music. At the beginning of the second song, he felt Brian’s hand on his back. He didn’t have to open his eyes. He knew it was Brian. Only Brian could make him feel this way, like some kind of giddy teenager. It was what he’d been hoping for and had planned for. He turned and smiled at the tall man dressed in black. A stunning contrast to the little he himself was wearing. “ursäkta mig!” (excuse me) Justin said. Brian looked puzzled but continued to dance as did Justin. “Pardon?” Brian said. “Sorry, Swedish, nej engelska” (no English) he smiled at Brian prettily and ran his hand down the other man’s arm and then up to his lips where Justin leaned up and kissed the full lips that were so close. His tongue crept out and he tasted cigarettes and beer on Brian’s mouth as he lost himself in the kiss while they danced. “I thought Swedes were tall and blond.” Brian said when the kiss ended. Justin looked at him and smiled as if he didn’t understand what Brian said. The music continued and Justin swayed seductively against Brian, using all of his skill as an accomplished dancer to tell the taller man just what he wanted. Brian certainly understood what Justin was saying as his body molded to the man he was dancing with. Their hard cocks rubbed against each other as the tempo of the music wound its way through their bodies. Brian breathed in the heady scent of exotic cologne mixed with sweat. The taste of the Swede’s mouth was cinnamon and cigarettes. He couldn’t detect a trace of alcohol at all. Brian kissed the sweet lips again, and then nibbled on the delicate neck that was exposed as the other man tossed his head back, letting the music and the touch of Brian saturate his very being. They danced and touched and kissed for almost an hour before it became apparent that they needed to take it a step further. “Back room” Brian said and tried to tug the other man in the direction. “Nej tack” (no thanks) Justin said with a definite shake of his head. He reached up and let his teeth graze upon Brian’s ear. “komma” (come) Justin’s voice was sultry and his meaning obvious to Brian. Laughing at the absurdity of it all, Brian let himself be dragged from the club. He thought of calling for his car and Justin, but the young Swede, pushed him up against a bright blue Lamborghini at the same time as he was keying the alarm on it. Brian couldn’t imagine where in the skimpy costume the other man had hidden the key. He allowed himself to be kissed again, a kiss that took his breath away and made his knees weak. Finally laughing he tumbled into the passenger seat while the other man climbed behind the wheel. “We go to my house.” The Swede said with a heavy accent. Brian laughed and leaned over to kiss the side of the other man’s cheek. “So you can speak some English.” “Very little” came out barely understood. The drive was short and it was just as well, as they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. Justin took care to approach his house from the other direction so that Brian wouldn’t see his own car parked nearby. He jumped out of the car and ran laughing up the steps of the old townhouse. Brian followed closely; neither noticed the light rain that was falling. Inside, the foyer was lit with the soft glow of a large chandelier that had been dimmed for effect. Justin didn’t give Brian time to react his surroundings, instead he pulled the other man up the stairs until they reached Justin’s bedroom. Brian could see the room was large, the walls filled with striking paintings, and the bed a king sized platform laden with satin and velvet down filled pillows on a black satin duvet. The two of them tumbled onto the bed. Justin touched a switch at the head of the bed and the lights turned off with the exception of low mood lighting near the ceiling that rotated patterns of shadowed stars throughout the room making it hard to distinguish either man. Romantic music began to play and Brian soon found himself naked in the plush opulence of the bed. A warm mouth engulfed his hard cock. It was the beginning of a night of pleasure. Both of them took turns making love to each other, and at some time the mask the blond wore came off, but by then Brian was too sleepy to notice even if he could see in the dark. It was almost six in the morning when he fell into a deep sleep. Justin watched him for a few moments and then moved quietly out of the bedroom. He showered and changed into his uniform in the guest bathroom before heading to Brian’s car. He’d wait for the call there. Toby paced the lower floor of Justin’s home impatiently waiting for Brian to wake up. He had agreed to act the part of Justin’s butler. Brian woke up with a pleasant burn in his ass and the feeling that he’d been cherished as well as thoroughly loved. He stretched searching for his companion and found only empty space. He could tell that he was alone in the room instantly. There was only a faint hint of the other man’s cologne and the discarded costume on the floor to say that he’d even been there. Even the condoms had disappeared and Brian recalled there had been many used. Reluctantly he got out of bed and dressed. He looked around for something to tell him what the other man’s name was. They had never even exchanged names. There was nothing that he could see. Brian headed down the stairs. He was surprised when a man dressed in a uniform handed him his topcoat. “Mr. Kinney sir, your coat.” The man said. “Can you tell me who owns this place?” Brian asked as he put on his coat. “This is the home of my master TeeJay.” Toby said. “Where is he, I’d like to say goodbye.” “I’m sorry Mr. Kinney, Master TeeJay has left. I don’t expect him back for a number of weeks.” Brian’s heart lurched at the words. TeeJay whoever he was was really just a trick no matter what Brian had felt. He sighed to himself. For the first time he’d met someone who could have been more. Though they hadn’t talked, really it was only a physical attraction, but what an attraction. He walked out of the house and began to walk down the street. When he reached the corner he pulled out his cell phone and called Justin. “Bonjour” Justin said cheerfully. “Justin, can you come and get me please. Sorry I was out so late. I hope you got some sleep.” Brian looked around to see where he was. “I’m on the corner of Becker and Jones. I don’t think it’s far from Boomers.” “It isn’t far. I will be there in five minutes.” Justin said remember to use his French accent. Brian leaned up against a lamp post and smoked a cigarette while he waited for Justin. It didn’t seem very long when the big car pulled up. Brian got in and gratefully sank into the soft leather. “Did you have a good night Monsieur Kinney?” Justin asked. “I had an amazing night.” Brian leaned his head back, shut his eyes and smiled remembering what he and the young blond had done. Justin watched him through the rear view mirror and smiled to himself. It had been an amazing night. On Sunday, Brian gave Justin the day off. The older man wanted to spend some time working at home and he was trying to find out if anyone knew the full name of the man he’d met on Friday night. Brian was calling everyone he could think of who might frequent Boomers. He was hoping the Swede was a regular there. Justin who had listened to some of the phone calls was glad that it had been Boomers where they had connected. The owner of the place was a long time friend and would never reveal Justin’s identity. On Monday, Brian was busy working when Cynthia interrupted him. “A Mr. Taylor of Taylor Hotels would like to arrange a meeting.” “He does?” Brian checked his schedule. “I know they are looking for another advertising firm, but I never expected to hear from him. I thought we’d have to go after it ourselves. Tell him I’m free whenever it’s convenient for him.” “I’ll set it up for this afternoon.” Cynthia disappeared back to her desk. Brian spent the rest of the morning researching the large hotel chain. He’d stayed in them himself at various times. They were a high end chain and demanded excellence from the staff, forwarding on the results to the wealthy clientele. At two o’clock Cynthia ushered in Craig Taylor and his daughter Molly to the boardroom. Brian was already waiting. “Mr. Taylor, a pleasure to meet you sir.” Brian said shaking his hand. “I’m Brian Kinney.” “Mr. Kinney, this is my daughter Molly, she’s really the one in charge these days.” Brian shook Molly’s hand. The next half hour was spent going over former advertising campaigns, as well as what Molly was looking for in future campaigns. “Now, Mr. Kinney, you have a problem with having the language changed for the advertising overseas? My brother Justin speaks fluent French, Russian, Swedish,” she looked at her father. “Doesn’t he speak Farsi and Mandarin as well?” she asked. “I think so, you know Molly I’ve rather lost track of Justin’s languages, he picks them up so easily.” “Your brother’s name is Justin Taylor?” Brian asked. “And he speaks several languages?” “Yes, perhaps you know him as TeeJay the artist. His work is shown world wide.” Molly said. You could tell she was proud of her brother. “I have heard of him.” Brian said. “Interesting choice of languages he speaks.” The wheels were turning in his brain. He looked at Molly with more interest; there was something familiar about her pale good looks and the way she held herself. “Is Justin involved with the family business?” he asked. “Heck no.” Molly laughed. “He just uses the hotel facilities. He says he’s testing them to see if everything is working properly. He mostly paints and travels around the world. He used to teach a karate class on the lower west side, I’m not sure if he still does.” She laughed “We hardly see much of him even though he lives on Becker Street.” “Yes, it’s Molly who is following in her old man’s footsteps.” Craig said with a laugh. “Justin, well we like to think of him as a Renaissance man. Which is fine, he really does do good works and he is hardly needing money.” Brian stood up and the other two did as well. “I’ll get that proposal ready for you by the first of next week Miss Taylor.” “Call me Molly.” She grinned at him. “Can I call you Brian?” she looked at him, her blue eyes so similar to another pair he knew were twinkling. “Maybe I could introduce you to Justin some time. He’s really good looking.” “Now Molly, Brian doesn’t need you playing matchmaker. You know how Justin hates it when you do that.” Craig chided. He looked at Brian. “Don’t mind her, she’s determined to see her brother find some handsome knight in shining armor that will marry him so he can live happily ever after.” “Perhaps Molly has seen too many Disney movies.” Brian laughed. “I don’t think gay men are meant to live happily ever after.” “That’s where you are wrong Brian. Very, very wrong.” Molly laughed as she and her father left the boardroom. Brian stared after them thoughtfully. ‘So Monsieur Justin Taylor, what the fuck are you playing at?’ went through his mind. That night when Justin picked Brian up in front of the office building, his breath caught when the tall auburn haired man walked out of the elevator. Brian had his shirt partially unbuttoned and his Armani jacked over one shoulder held only by one finger. He was a study in perfection and hot as hell. Justin was sure Brian was even strutting toward the car, though he couldn’t be sure. “Hello Justin, did you have a good day?” Brian asked before Justin had a chance to say a word. “Oui Monsieur.” Justin answered. “Great, I think tonight I’ll stay in. I have some work to do on the Taylor Hotel campaign. Do you know the hotels I mean?” “Oui, I’ve heard of them.” Justin said noncommittally. “Great hotel chain, I met Mr. Taylor and his daughter today. Lovely people, it will be a pleasure to do business with them if they decide to sign with Vanguard.” Brian looked thoughtful. “In fact why don’t we go to the one downtown for dinner tomorrow night?” he looked pleased. “I know it’s a bit unorthodox taking one’s driver to dinner, but I hate to eat alone.” Justin searched desperately for a reason why he couldn’t go, finally. “Mais, Monsieur, your son is arriving tomorrow evening.” Brian was momentarily stopped, he’d forgotten about that. “Well, we could always take Gus with us.” “Monsieur Kinney, it wouldn’t be right for me to dine with you and your son. I am your driver.” “Of course it would be alright. This isn’t the middle ages. You can’t help it if your education level has you driving cars.” Brian smirked to himself. He’d found out that Justin had not only graduated, he’d graduated Summa Cum Laude. “I’m sure if you study hard, I can help you get into some nice community college.” Justin spluttered, he wanted to tell Brian to go fuck himself thank you very much. Instead he smiled sweetly. “That would be very nice Monsieur Kinney.” “Besides, Gus should get to know you if you are going to be taking him around town. You know Gus is quite the artist, maybe he can give you a few pointers when you go to some of the galleries.” “What?” Justin said, startled. “Désolé, that would be nice. I’m sure Gus and I will have a positive experience in the galleries and museums.” Brian leaned forward in the seat, so that his head was almost resting on Justin’s shoulder, he breathed deeply. “Hey, nice cologne.” He commented. “What is it?” “It’s called #3, that’s all. Something a friend of mine made up.” Justin answered truthfully. “I’m sure I’ve smelled it before.” He certainly had, the night of Mardi Gras. “It’s a unique blend Monsieur, you must be mistaken.” Justin squirmed; Brian’s hot breath on his neck was making his dick uncomfortably hard. It wasn’t helping that the man was asking questions either. “Perhaps,” Brian said. He reached over and let his finger caress the side of Justin’s face. “Sorry, there was a smudge.” He lied. “It’s gone now.” He almost laughed out loud when Justin’s dick had jumped, visibly hard under the soft material of his uniform trousers. Brian sat back in his seat satisfied that he’d given the blond something to think about. When they arrived at Brian’s apartment, Justin immediately set about making dinner. Brian meanwhile had a shower, phase two in driving Justin crazy was about to start. When Justin called out that dinner was ready, Brian strolled out of his bedroom clad only in a deep forest green silk robe. It was short and barely covered his ass. He’d never worn it before, but thought this was the perfect time for it. Justin’s breath caught in his throat when he caught sight of the other man. He put his head down and continued to serve the dinner. “I hope you don’t mind my being so informal tonight Justin.” Brian’s hand swept down indicating his robe, Justin’s eyes followed the sweep of the hand. He flushed. “Non, Monsieur.” He mumbled. “Good, because after the day I’ve had, I need to relax. I met the most interesting young lady today.” He continued. “Her name is Molly Taylor, you know, I think I might ask her out. She intrigues me somehow. There’s something about her that reminds me of someone, I can’t quite put my finger on it.” He gave a half laugh. “It’s been years since I’ve experimented with the opposite sex. Perhaps it’s time to try again.” “You shit, leave Molly alone.” Justin’s voice was raised. He clapped his hand over his mouth when he realized what he’d said. “Hmmmm, where did my little French driver go? Is he channeling someone else?” Brian, elbows on the table, leaned his chin on his hand and stared at Justin.” “You know.” Justin’s voice was low. “ Je sais quoi mon grand ?” Brian asked, his eyes sparkling. “I know that someone sitting at this table took a job under false pretenses. I know he’s a fucking liar. I know he’s been doing his damndest to fool me. Who else is in on this little subterfuge? Is Cynthia on it, because I’ll fire her ass? What about Gus, have you pulled him into this sick scheme, whatever it is?” “Brian, it’s not like that” Justin began. His voice quavered. This had all gone wrong, horribly wrong. “That’s Mr. Kinney to you.” Brian’s voice was hard. “There are a lot of things that I can put up with, but being lied to and made a fool of, isn’t one of them.” He stood up. “Get your shit and get the fuck out of my house.” Brian turned and walked toward his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Justin sat at the table, stunned by the results of what had begun as a harmless lark. He’d no idea that he would have fallen for the man who employed him. He’d never before even had a boyfriend. Shit he’d hardly ever fucked anyone twice. And all it had taken was one night, one night of dancing and making love and he was over the edge like some lovesick high school girl. He couldn’t just go and leave Brian with all kinds of wild assumptions. He had to tell him why and what had happened. Justin got up from the table, not caring about the food he’d so carefully prepared. He walked to Brian’s bedroom door and knocked on it softly. “Brian, can I talk to you?” “We have nothing to say. You had your little joke at my expense, be satisfied with that.” Justin sighed; he turned the handle of the door and walked into the darkened room. He could see Brian lying on the bed, his arm over his eyes. Using all the courage he could muster, Justin walked over to the bed and lay down beside the other man. “Brian,” he touched Brian’s arm. Tears sprung to his eyes when Brian flinched away from his touch. “You speak a number of languages, but apparently you don’t understand English. I said get the fuck out of my house.” Brian’s voice was bitter. “Will you at least let me explain?” “There’s nothing to explain. You wanted to have some fun, you had it, I’m the brunt of it.” “That’s not the way it was.” Justin touched Brian again. He remembered the night of passion they had shared and he wanted to cry even harder. He’d really fucked up. “My friends made me a bet that I couldn’t get a real job and hold it for six months. Toby circled a bunch of ads, yours was one of them. Nobody has ever really taken me seriously. I was Justin the femmy guy who paints and then Justin the odd ball who speaks a bunch of languages and Justin the short blond kid who can kick your ass because he knows some martial arts. But I’ve never been Justin, the guy who laughs and has fun, who paints and is intrigued with the wonderful symmetry of language. I’ve never been the Justin who is held in someone’s arms and made love to all night long. With you, just these few days I’ve known you., you needed me if only to pick you up at work or make your dinner. You really needed me and I like that.” Brian turned and taking his arm off of his eyes, looked at Justin to gauge Justin’s sincerity. “Brian, the night we spent together at Mardi Gras, I knew then that I’d made a colossal mistake in deceiving you. I wasn’t sure exactly how to change things. You made me feel things that night that I never would have thought possible. I know it sounds lame and kind of stupid, but I actually fell in severe like with you that night, maybe even more than like.” “Okay, you’ve said what you came to say.” Brian began. “I’m still pretty mad at you. But Gus is coming tomorrow and I know you had things planned with him. Why don’t you go to your room and we’ll begin all over. Only this time no lies. You can stay here or at your own place whatever you want. I still need a driver at least for the rest of this week.” “I want to stay here while Gus is in town if that’s alright.” Justin said. “I won’t get in your way. When Gus leaves, I’ll go home.” “Fine, then that’s what we’ll do.” “Brian,” “What?” “Can you hold me for a minute?” Brian held out his arms in answer. Justin rolled into them and hugged the other man tight relishing the feel of Brian’s strong arms holding him close.