He stood in the doorway with his helmet in hand and said,“ I need help.”
Cam looked up from Lisa’ s desk. She was so busy he usurped his boss’ s space most of the time. She was more than happy to let Cam deal with the dumb kids, although he had a feeling Evan was anything but dumb, just an idiot where computers were concerned. Cam gestured to the chair across from him and noticed, with some curiosity, that Evan closed the door as he entered.“ What’ s your actual major?” Cam said.“ Art history.”“ Then why are you in a graphic design class?” He pushed his black bangs out of his face.“ Something to fall back on.”
Cam opened his mouth to laugh but just froze with one eyebrow in the air. He’ d almost told Evan to drop the class, but miss the opportunity to coach this undergrad? Not happening.“ I’ ve seen you at The Rock,” Evan said.“ And I’ ve seen you at The Rock.” They stared at each other before Evan looked away.“ What kind of help do you need exactly?” Evan shrugged. He played with the strap on his helmet. He had long, skeletal fingers with squeaky-clean nails. He chewed on his bottom lip.“ You think I’ m attractive.”“ I’ m sure a lot of people think you’ re attractive.” Evan shook his head.“ I’ m not talking about them.” Cam sighed.“ You’ re making this too easy.” The younger man looked up, brow furrowed.“ I have a bet with my friend Rose that it’ ll take two weeks to get you into my bed. If I fuck you over Lisa’ s desk, week one … too easy.”
Evan smiled. Well, not really. Cam noticed the guy didn’ t smile— more a quirk of the lips, a twinkle of the eye. The condom in Cam’ s wallet felt like it gave off heat.
“ Well. Shit.” Cam pushed Lisa’ s chair back and circled the desk. When he picked Evan up by the lapels of his