The door chime went off again, and Anthony hurriedly threw on a
silk robe, put his feet in his slippers, and went to the door. He sensed a
dragon on the other side of the door, and he knew that color. He almost didn’t
answer the door, but it chimed again. Why
was he here this early?
Anthony tightened his robe, making sure nothing untoward was
showing, put on a mask of calm, and opened the door. Xavier fucking Inti stood
on the other side with a smile looking like he stepped out of the fifties
today. His multicolored hair was coiffed just so, very John Travolta like, a
plain black t-shirt with the sleeves cuffed, black jeans also cuffed, and black
If he wasn’t so annoying, he’d be super-hot. At least he didn’t
have one of those stupid suckers in his mouth. Anthony finally decided to break
the silence. “Yes?” He tried to sound nonchalant, but he thought he
just sounded like a stuffy old butler to a billionaire.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” Xavier’s smile widened.
“I’m here to pick you up for our date.”
“Didn’t your sister tell you?”
the hell was my sister doing?
“She called me last night and said that she wasn’t going to
be available today and insisted upon you going in her stead. Which is just as
well since I had tours arranged of all the vineyards between here and
Anthony’s back stiffened, and he inhaled sharply. “You
“I do. Including this little one right on the other side of
Carcassonne that apparently never does tours, but I was able to arrange a
tasting there. It’s called Château du Coeur Noir.”
Anthony whispered the name as he said it, knowing exactly which
one he was talking about. He narrowed his eyes and then looked down at Xavier.
“Fine. I’ll need to get ready.” He closed the door and turned around
with a smile. Let’s see if
he’s still there in an hour.
Anthony took a nice long shower, and the whole time he kept tabs
on Xavier. He didn’t move. He stayed at the door. He didn’t even pace. Anthony
didn’t understand why the little dragon wanted him. So their magic was
compatible? He obviously had some inkling about his true nature if he gave
Danica the gift that he did, so why would he want him?
Anthony swung open the door and screeched to a halt with his mouth
open. Xavier stood with a wide smile and hot pink cat-eye shaped sunglasses.
Xavier pulled down his glasses just enough for his eyes to show, and he tilted
his head up and down. His tongue darted out and licked his lips.
“Are you ready, hot stuff?” He pushed his glasses up and
held out his arm.
Anthony schooled his features and stepped out into the hall.
Xavier turned to face the elevator and continued to hold out the crook of his
elbow. Anthony hesitated and then cautiously put his hand on Xavier’s arm.
Anthony pulled his hand back as a dart of magic zinged up his arm.
“Maybe that’s not such a good idea.”
“Nonsense. Do it again, sweets.” Anthony was sure that
Xavier winked at him from behind his glasses. He shouldn’t, but there was just
something soothing and irritating about his cockiness. Anthony put his hand on
his arm again, and this time there wasn’t a zing. There was a low hum of magic
just beneath the cool, smooth skin. Anthony relaxed and snaked his arm around
Xavier’s, his fingers splayed across his forearm.
The elevator doors opened, and they stepped inside. Once on the
ground floor, Xavier stepped in front of Anthony and opened the door for him.
He stepped out and waiting for them on the curb was a gorgeous
Bel-Air. The turquoise and white paint shown in the sun, the top was down,
and the leather seats shined. The whitewall tires were spotless, and every bit
of chrome sparkled.
Xavier rushed forward and opened the passenger door for him.
“Are you sure this isn’t too much car for you?” Anthony quipped.
As Anthony placed a foot in the car, Xavier ran a hand down his
back and over his ass grabbing a handful. “Oh, Anchin, sweetheart, I’m
very experienced in handling large things.”
A shiver ran up Anthony’s spine, and he huffed as he sat down.
Xavier closed the door and went around to the driver’s side. “Are you sure
you can reach the pedals, imp?” It was a good thing Anthony wasn’t that
much taller than Xavier. The bench seat was all the way up, but Anthony still
had plenty of legroom.
Xavier hopped into the seat, pulled the keys with rabbit foot
keychain out of his pocket, slid the key into the ignition, and turned. The car
roared to life and then purred. Xavier revved the engine, and the vibrations
were felt through the seat. He put the car in gear and cruised into traffic.
Xavier turned his head quickly to face Anthony. “Sweets, I
can always reach what I need to.” He put one hand on the wheel and the
other across the back of the seat.