Copyright Lexi Ander
Part Seven: Leap of Faith
Chapter
Three
Ben was terrified he'd
screwed up. He should've admitted he wanted to go to dinner with Dawson as his
date but he'd chickened out at the last second and ran. He grabbed a couple of
Clorox wipes, ignored the probing glances Dawson threw his way, and started
cleaning his station.
He'd seen the way Dawson
watched him when Dawson thought he wasn't paying attention. Ben had been
patient and waited for Dawson to make a move. He wasn't sure what spurred him
to ask Dawson out but he felt like a fool. He'd ruined what had started out as
a great morning.
"Did you want me to
finish the tail of the phoenix today?" Dawson flipped through the
appointment book at the counter. Alice, their office help, had asked for the
day off so they had to man the front desk between appointments.
"What's on the books
for today?" Ben made himself stop cleaning the chair before he wore a hole
in the vinyl.
"The morning
appointments were rescheduled. As long as we don't have any walk-ins, I can
finish up your bird in no time."
"All right," he
said before he thought it through. He'd probably regret working the rest of the
day after Dawson finished the tattoo but he didn't care. It was an excuse to
have Dawson touch him.
He pulled his T-shirt
over his head and lay face down on the chair. Ben closed his eyes and waited.
When Dawson started working, he concentrated on the brush of Dawson's fingers.
He was grateful he lay on his stomach because it hid the erection he got every
time he was in Dawson's chair. The sting of the needle didn't take away from
his fantasies.
"So, this date
tonight," Dawson's voice was smooth and low. "I imagine I'll need a
suit."
Ben swallowed past the
lump in his throat, he felt like a giddy teenager because Dawson called it a 'date'.
"Only if you want
to."
Dawson gave him a
stinging smack on the ass and Ben thought he was going to lose it and come in
the chair. "What the hell, man?" he panted, struggling for control.
He'd never told anyone about those
secret desires.
"Don't placate me.
The invitation has been posted on the fridge for a while. I'm well aware of the
restaurant and their dress code. Give me a little credit. I would've said no if
I couldn't swing it."
Ben panted softly, well
aware that Dawson hadn't moved his hand from Ben's ass.
"Now, do I need to
wear a complete suit with a tie or can I get by with a dress shirt and pants?"
Dawson squeezed Ben's ass cheek and he couldn't help but to push up into Dawson's
large palm. "Well?" Dawson prompted.
Ben drew in a couple of
deep breaths and struggled to control his body. "You don't need a complete
suit."
"Better,"
Dawson purred and soothed Ben's stinging ass cheek.
He vehemently wished he were
naked. He couldn't count how many fantasies he'd had of Dawson taking him in
that very chair.
"Ben, are you listening
to me?" Another smack hit his other ass cheek and he bucked in the chair.
"What the hell, man?"
Ben rolled to his side to see Dawson.
The man stared back at
him, lust stamped on his features. Nothing was hidden from Ben, including the
outline of a large hard cock trapped in Dawson's jeans.
"You weren't
complaining." Dawson's eyes boldly traveled the length of Ben's body. "In
fact, I think you loved the hell out of it and," Dawson palmed Ben's dick,
rubbing the erection through the pants, "I'm pretty sure you want me to do
more than smack your ass." Ben embarrassed himself with a whimper when
Dawson's hand withdrew. "My question was, since we're going on a date,
does that mean I get to kiss you? But I think I already have my answer."
Ben's heart beat hard in
his chest. "You want to kiss me?"
The bell over the door
jingled. Dawson leaned in and whispered. "Oh, I want to do more than
merely kiss you."
David Burk, Ben's lawyer,
stood by the front counter. "Hi, Ben, Dawson. I have the contracts for the
sale for you to sign, Ben."
David was Annie's
boyfriend and he'd helped Ben navigate separating his property from Javier and
the legal mess of selling his half of the advertising firm. As much as Ben loved
David for all of his help, the man had picked the worst time to drop by. Dawson
slathered A&D Ointment on Ben's lower back and affixed a bandage to the newly
inked skin of the phoenix's tail. Scowling, Ben discreetly adjusted himself
before leaving the chair. Dawson chuckled evilly, sending a chill through Ben.
"Hey,
David," Ben replied then cleared the gruffness from his throat. "Are
you and Annie going to be at the dinner tonight?"
David set the briefcase
on the counter and grinned.
"We'll be there,
although Annie is having a fit because she wanted us to spend the evening
alone." A rakish expression crossed David's face. "I'll have to make
it up to her."
Ben accepted one of the
packets. "I don't know what is more disturbing. The expression on your
face or that you're talking about my sister."
David laughed. "Oh, I've heard how Annie
talks with you. I'm nowhere near as graphic as she is."
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