Page 366 of Seasons of Love
The supply closet was nearby, and the hallway was empty, so I pushed my cleaning cart inside and closed the door behind me before dialing his number.
He answered on the first ring. “Jake, I need to get laid. My mom is driving me nuts, and I swear if I’m told once again how so-and-so has a lovely single daughter, I might just rip off my own balls and feed them to the neighbor’s dickhead cat.”
“Tragic. And why do I want to hear this?” I said, trying to show disinterest but knowing already where the conversation was headed.
“Because, without my balls, what are you going to suck on before I shove my dick up your tight ass while you scream my name?”
“I guess you’d better hold on to your balls. It’s only another week, Zak,” I said.
“Hey, is everything okay?” he asked.
“Um, yeah? Why?”
“Don’t know, you sound, I don’t know…distant?”
“Nah, just tired. I’m ending a double shift.”
“Damn, I don’t know how you do it, Jake. Have you actually had a break since the end of term?”
“Yeah, of course, I have. I’m right on the beach, remember?”
I heard him sigh on the other side of the phone.
“Well then, use your beach and relax some because, in seven days, I’m going to unleash my pent-up sexual frustration on you.”
“Can’t wait,” I said before ending the call.
I put the phone back in my pocket and started replenishing the cart for the next cleaner. No one expected me to do it, but I respected my colleagues enough to leave them with a cart ready to use at the start of their shift.
Fuck. The Lysol.
I looked inside all the cabinets but couldn’t find a new can. Then I saw a note on the noticeboard asking staff to use Lysol sparingly because it was missing from the last delivery.
Just like the two mornings before, I had to return to the room.
Shit.
I made my way back down the hallway to the room. As I put the keycard in the door—after knocking and getting no response—I wondered if I would be as successful rescuing the products I left behind as I had been previously.
The room was still as tidy as I'd left it. Not surprising since I'd cleaned it only twenty minutes ago and the guests hadn't come back from breakfast.
With a single look, the sexy blue-eyed bear, who’d picked up the keys when the guests checked in, had all but invited me to join him and his equally gorgeous but brown-eyed younger husband for some under-the-sheets fun.
Although, if I ever dared to hook up with them, there would be no sheets, just some hard, sweaty fun.
Fuck, what was I thinking?
Great, and now I was hard. Just as I had been while cleaning their room earlier.
I hadn’t been able to resist smelling the aftershave I’d seen in the bathroom, but it wasn’t that scent that was driving me crazy. It was something else. Maybe it was the combination of both men, the aftershave, and the dirty thoughts that wouldn’t leave my mind.
Hooking up with guests isn't allowed, I reminded myself.
If God knew the restraint it took to clean up after the two men without adding my own mess to it first, she'd definitely save me a spot in heaven.
Think of the consequences if this was to get out. Not worth it.
I froze when I heard the playful laughs as the room door opened all the way. I hadn't intended to get lost in my thoughts when I'd come in to rescue the Lysol.
