“Gonna need anything else?” he asked. Jackie bit his lip and awkwardly opened the door.
Roman eyed the staircase. “I see,” he said knowingly. They stepped inside. Roman pondered the situation. “I got it,” he said. He took Jackie’s crutches and hooked his arm under Jackie’s shoulder. Jackie slung his arm across Roman’s shoulders. Then, they began awkwardly ascending the staircase.
“Fifth floor,” Jackie breathed. Roman nodded. After a few minutes, they reached their destination. They stood outside Jackie’s apartment in silence for a few moments. Then, Jackie spoke.
“Want to come inside?” he looked up at Roman imploringly. When he hesitated, Jackie continued. “Please? Just to thank you for everything.”
Roman smiled, and Jackie looked down. “Sure,” he said, feeling another boner coming on.
Jackie produced a key from his pocket and opened the door. He walked inside, and Roman followed.
“You can have a seat on the couch, I’ll get us something to drink. You like scotch?” Roman nodded.
“Scotch is fine, thanks,” he said and sat down on a beige sofa. He could see Jackie behind a counter pulling out a bottle and some glasses with only a little difficulty because of the crutches. Even from where he sat, Roman could see he had a fine ass.
He couldn’t believe he was having such thoughts about someone he was supposed to kill. He bit his lip. He didn’t want to kill him. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do.
Just then, Jackie returned, with two glasses of scotch balanced expertly on a small tray he held in one hand. He gave one to Roman, then sat down next to him on the sofa.
Roman took note of how close Jackie was to him and sipped his drink, trying to appear casual. He set the glass down on the coffee table.
“Mind if I ask you a question?”
Jackie looked up at him. Jackie was at least a foot shorter than him, Roman noticed.
Jackie responded, “I don’t even know your name yet. Let’s start there. There’ll be time for questions later.” he smiled.
“Roman Sinclaire,” he blurted. He mentally berated himself. He’d meant to use a fake name, but he couldn’t stop himself. He hated how careless Jackie made him act.
“Well hello there, Roman,” the way he said his name made him want to just grab him and kiss him with reckless abandon. “My name is Jackie. Jackie Whitaker Ellis. Pleased to meet you.” he laughed, that sweet harmony almost made Roman lose control. He wondered if Jackie knew how he made him feel.
Roman swallowed painfully. “So then. My question.”
Jackie gazed at him intently. “Yes?”
“Did you… Walk to work?” Roman couldn’t help but grin. Jackie giggled.
“No. My friend picked me up and drove me, but I forgot to bring my cell so I couldn’t ask her to pick me up.”
Roman started laughing, and Jackie playfully punched his arm. “Oh, shut up! It’s my turn to ask a question.”
Roman grinned lazily. “Fire away.”
Jackie’s playful aura vanished. “Why haven’t you killed me yet?”
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Sorry, no sex this chapter!
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