Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Conquests?” Geoffrey’s chest puffed out. “You make me sound like some kind of sex god. I see my reputation precedes me.”
Quinn rolled his eyes. “I’ve seen the guys with you on your Instagram. Some I wouldn’t mind having on my arm.”
“On your arm?” Geoffrey winked. “Kinky.”
The red filled in Quinn’s cheeks as he ducked his head. He grabbed a box and headed toward the house.
Geoffrey watched him as he passed then raised an eyebrow at Sven. “He’s way too easy.” He smirked. “Will there be a camera in my bedroom, Sven?”
The contemplative and very sexy gleam in his eyes had Sven wondering if he would record a video of him having sex. When he pictured himself as the other man in the video, all the moisture left his mouth. He watched Geoffrey hurry to the front door to unlock it for Quinn. He grabbed a box of supplies and followed at a slower pace, Noah right behind him. Reels of his favorite porn clips ran through his mind and in each one, he was the one fucking Geoffrey. Or sucking Geoffrey. He tried to swallow, but his mouth had turned desert dry.
Thankfully, Quinn grabbed his attention again when he sat the box down on the floor and turned a full circle in the foyer. “You have no security system at all, do you?” Quinn asked. “Really? With a house like this? With the way you’re all over the place online?”
Geoffrey merely shrugged.
Quinn shook his head, picked up the box, and kept going until he reached the huge open living and kitchen area.
Sven couldn’t hold back a laugh when the IT guy muttered, “So many windows.”
Quinn told Geoffrey they’d be awhile before he and Noah jumped into action. Sven hadn’t even realized Noah did this part of things, but from the way he talked with Quinn, he was really interested in the technology, too.
Geoffrey watched a few minutes, then nodded his head toward the kitchen. “Come on, big guy. Let’s get that mountainous body of yours some better fuel than granola.” He leaned close as they went into the kitchen. “I’ve eaten at Rialto and it’s great.” He shot a glance over his shoulder, then whispered, “But I fucking loathe granola.”
Sven couldn’t stop his smile. “So do I.”
They shared a conspiratorial grin.
Chapter 7
It was all going too slow. Way too fucking slow.
Two days of installation, testing, and endless little tweaks had forced him to stay close to the house because Sven was needed to help calibrate and set things just how he wanted them to be. Geoffrey had tried once to give a suggestion of how he wanted things to be set up, but Sven had just frowned at him and sent him back to his office to work. That just made him want to throw a drumstick at Sven’s head. It’s my damn house!
Just when he was planning to march out and tell them all to leave, another bodyguard by the name of Dominic stepped into his office, asking to take his phone to Ward Security for Gidget. The redhead with the flirty grin winked at Geoffrey and casually let slip that he’d never seen Sven so demanding when it came to how a security system was set up. With that bomb dropped, he waltzed back out of Geoffrey’s office, phone in hand. He returned three hours later with Geoffrey’s phone but refused to say anything else about Sven’s behavior.
Was Sven acting differently toward him?
It didn’t really seem like it. He still kept his distance and didn’t talk much, but as Geoffrey watched him, there didn’t seem to be the same tension tightening his shoulders. And one corner of his mouth would drift up in a half smile when he’d meet Geoffrey’s gaze from across the room. But he couldn’t get anything more out of the man.
After lunch on Tuesday, he’d watched a movie up in the media room on the second floor just to get away from Quinn and Noah as they installed the security system. All the drilling things and running random wires were making him twitchy. His space had been invaded. It didn’t feel that way with Sven, and he didn’t want to look too closely at why Sven fit when the others were a nuisance.
They still weren’t done by dinner but were promising to finish the last of the installation before they left that night, so he ordered pizza to feed everyone. Sven had stayed nearby, switching between being his shadow and helping Noah and Quinn.
After the pizza was eaten, he slipped away to his home office and turned on some music to drown out the noise. It was all just a reminder that someone was watching him. Someone who knew his life, his routine, his friends, was following him and threatening him and it didn’t make any sense.