Maybe This Time

Chapter 2-2

Win set a glass of iced green tea in front of the seat Randy had chosen at the dining table. The kitchen was an open-type kitchen with a breakfast bar between the dining room and kitchen area, so Win could see into the kitchen. At the moment, Randy was in there talking animatedly with both grandmothers while Win set the table.

Damn it to hell, he couldn’t seem to stop himself from stealing glances at Randy. The flighty, hot, pretty twink was not his type. He hadn’t been Win’s type three years ago when they’d had their one-night stand. Win’s type was ordinary guys like himself. But three years ago he’d been slightly drunk and a little surprised the hottie in the shocking pink tank top had been interested in him.

Trouble was, he wasn’t drunk now, despite a few sips of wine, and he still couldn’t keep his eyes off Randy. This time the man wore skin-tight jeans and a sunny yellow tank. His sandy brown hair had been highlighted and fixed in some obvious salon style and he wore what looked like large diamond studs in both ears. Win didn’t find makeup on guys that appealing. Except on Randy, for some reason, he did.

Win had been half hard since he’d opened the door to the guy, and he only prayed Gran and Molly wouldn’t notice.

Molly’s grandson being sinfully sexy had not been something Win had counted on, let alone that he would have been someone Win had previously had s*x with. Really hot, mind-blowing s*x. Up until Randy showed up on his doorstep, Win kept it as a memory of the greatest one-night stand ever.

“Winnie, my grandson says you met before,” Molly called from the kitchen.

Oh crap. Winnie.

“Winnie?”

He heard the amusement in Randy’s voice and wanted to crawl into a hole.

“Hush, Molly, he doesn’t like to be called that,” Gran said. Too bad she sounded like she was hiding a laugh of her own.

“I think it’s cute,” Randy said.

“Right, cute.” Win came back into the kitchen to pick up the plates to continue setting the table.

“Anyway, you know Randy?” Molly took a large sip of her wine.

“Sort of. Not really. We, uh, met right before he left for New York.”

Molly nodded. “Such a shame that didn’t work out, sweetie. But you’ll find something here.”

Randy’s sigh was dramatic. “Yes, apparently I wasn’t the greatest dancer on earth like I thought I was.”

“I think you are.” Molly patted his arm.

He gave her a sweet smile that went straight to Win’s c**k. Which had to be wrong. “Thanks, Grandma. It’s a tough thing to break into though. I guess I just don’t have what it takes.”

“Maybe you need to try it for longer” Gran opened the oven and peeked inside.

“I tried it for three years. It was getting tough to pay the bills.”

Win took the plates to the table and spread them out in the four spots. “What will you do now?”

Randy shrugged. “I dunno. Teach dancing? Do some theater here. Try some of the shows in Vegas? I’m thinking about it.”

“I’m sure it will work out, Randy. And you can stay with me as long as you need to,” Molly said.

“You’re the best.” Randy walked over to the dining room table and picked up his green tea for a sip. “What about you, Win? What do you do?”

This was the part where the eyes of hot guys usually glazed over. He’d been glad when three years ago his occupation hadn’t come up. Of course then he was only studying for it.

“I’m a paralegal.”

“Oh, well, that’s pretty cool.”

Win figured that was the same as “Oh, how boring” for Randy, but let it pass. It wasn’t the worst job in the world, but he didn’t much like it himself either. Win never could figure out just what he wanted to be when he grew up. Being a paralegal was as good as any number of other office jobs and he got paid pretty well.

“Dinner is ready,” Gran announced.