Undercover Lover by Peter Styles

Author:Peter Styles [Styles, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-26T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 12

If a man’s home is his castle, Chris’s was in desperate need of a team of maids. His natural inclination to be messy was something he had worked on endlessly while forming his company. It was Susan, who had been with him almost since the beginning, who helped implement the systems he used in order to keep everything organized. Still, she was always the one who kept him on track.

He had nothing like that in his personal life. Add onto that the fact that he was a busy man, and he tended to seriously neglect his housekeeping. The sink was full of dishes, and the carpets needed vacuuming. Crumbs covered the top of the coffee table, and he had quite a few lightbulbs that needed changing. While he didn’t exactly live in filth, it occurred to him every time he had to wash out a new coffee mug that he might want to get a schedule sorted out for this aspect of his life too.

Especially if, someday, Jeremiah came over. How embarrassing would it be to have that professional other, that meticulous man, wading through this cesspool of a bachelor’s apartment? Then again, that would be almost like a lie. Chris lived this way. It was nothing to be too ashamed of, was it?

There was a lot of time to get that figured out, however. Jeremiah wasn’t going to come over so soon, and Chris wasn’t going to force him. You didn’t drag a unicorn to sex, you let him come to it on his own terms.

The microwave in the kitchen beeped incessantly, informing him that his popcorn was done. Grabbing a red mixing bowl off the counter, Chris poured the contents of the bag inside and then headed back into the living room. Setting the bowl down on the aforementioned coffee table, he started to sit down on his couch to resume watching the news.

Just as his rear touched the cushions, there was a knock at his door. He looked up, already standing again.

Who could that be?

Curiosity overtaking him, he said, “Coming,” and strode over to the door to open it.

Jeremiah stood there, his face gone entirely the shade of a beetroot. “You will soon,” he croaked out, and then covered his face with one hand. “Oh, god. That was terrible.”

“Yeah,” Chris agreed. “It really was. Maybe you should come back and try again.”

Jeremiah turned around, clearly taking his advice seriously. Chris laughed and reached out, catching the other man by the shoulder and turning him back around. “Jeremiah. Please. Come in.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to interrupt anything.”

Even while he spoke, Jeremiah was walking into the apartment and looking around. Chris did so as well and caught a glimpse of his surroundings from the perception of a newcomer. Nice furniture, terrible presentation. He winced. “Sorry about the mess. My maid is sick this week and, uh…”

Jeremiah ignored him, wandering over to the windowsill and picking up a figurine. Chris had a thing for mice. They were adorable, petite, and yet surprisingly athletic.

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