He looked disappointed. “You act like you’re ashamed. Louder James,” Angel insisted. I couldn’t read whether or not he was serious. I looked around again and stared to say it louder, but was immediately stopped by Angel.
“I was just fucking around papi, but damn, you were going to do it,” he said, smirking.
“I was,” I unashamedly admitted.
He reached across the table, this time on top of it, and held my hands. “I appreciate you James. Your offer is very generous but you got to understand something.”
“I’m all ears,” I said to Angel, anticipating his thoughts.
“So obviously we haven’t known each other for very long. But you have to know that if I move in with you, it don’t mean I owe you anything. Understood?”
“Yes Angel, no strings attached,” I said, happy that he was seriously considering my offer.
“And, obviously you have noticed that I’m a take charge kind of guy. So while I appreciate you giving me a place to stay, until I get my shit together, I’m the man of the house. You know what that means, right?”
So far he has not said anything unexpected. His pattern of being direct and unapologetic was oddly comforting. “I expect nothing less, Angel. I understand – I think.”
“You’ll find out soon enough. And I pay my own bills. And one more thing….” he said hesitating as if he was waiting for me to respond.
“Go ahead….”
“Being bisexual, I still am going to want a woman sometimes. Im just laying it all out before we do anything further.”
His willingness to be upfront about conditions of his moving in abated most of the anxieties I was having since I made him the offer. I felt good being around Angel. In addition to our strong sexual desires being unusually compatible, his personality was equally gratifying and seductive. “It’s all good. Now would you please return the car. And here’s my address, I’ll be there around 5 to let you in.” He pulled out a cracked, well used cell phone to get my information. “And one of the first things we’re going to have to do as you get a decent cell.”
“You really want to take care of me papi, don’t you?” he asked as he typed in information on his cell.
“I really like you Angel, and feel like we’d make good roomies.”
Angel finished his food and began to get up, saying, “Alright papi, we’ll see how this goes. I’m going to return the car and then head your way. Appreciate the lunch. But tonight, I’m taking you out to dinner, my treat. Then I got some plans for your ass.”
“Oooooh, I like the sound of that,” I said, overly giddy.
“Oh, I forgot,” said Angel, sitting back down. “What about your boyfriend?”
Telling Larry I was going to have someone at my place, and having sex with him, was not going to be difficult. We had a healthy relationship of total honesty and had both recently discussed finding others to enjoy since our sex lives were diminishing. “I’ll talk to him about this afternoon, he’ll understand.”
Angel again looked at me directly longer than I am comfortable with, as if he was reading my mind. “Cool, see you later papi,” he said. As he left out he gave my shoulder a hard squeeze.
The rest of the afternoon I was unable to concentrate thinking about the sudden turn of events in my life. While I was excited about the prospect of living with Angel, I was somewhat anxious by the fact that I had not know him, and he was recently in prison. But by that age I had learned that my instincts were pretty sharp, that I had full trust in him, and was looking forward to spending more time with the hot bearish man.