All Night Long
Chapter Six: Page Three
"Do you really give them a chance to get used to what
you do for a living, or do you just assume that they
can't adjust to your schedule?"
Zell frowned at him, even though Seifer couldn't see him.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"I was just wondering if you'd make time for a man or a
relationship in your busy life, or if you'll always
choose to be alone?"
Annoyance rippled through him at Seifer's casually asked
question, which made Zell feel too defensive. "Being
alone is a choice I've made for myself."
"But not a very practical one, sweetheart." A smile
eased up the corners of his sexy mouth. "That job of
yours isn't going to keep you warm at night, and all the
money in the world won't buy you happiness."
He was getting too close to uncovering too many secret
yearnings. Whimsical dreams and wishes Zell dismissed
long ago because they weren't realistic or sensible and
could only lead to pain and heartbreak. And now he was
ruthlessly unearthing those suppressed desires, the need
Zell harbored to be loved and adored, to let a man fill
his soul with joy and give his life real purpose.
Confused and torn, he moved to scoot off Seifer's lap,
retreating, doing the only thing he knew that would
protect his heart and emotions from this man who wore a
blindfold but saw much deeper than any other person ever
had.
Seifer tightened his arms around Zell's waist, holding him in
place. He tipped his head and asked gently, "Where are
you going?"
"I think we're done here," he said with more authority
than he felt, and prayed Seifer would let him go.
To be continued...
Chapter Six: Page Three
"Do you really give them a chance to get used to what
you do for a living, or do you just assume that they
can't adjust to your schedule?"
Zell frowned at him, even though Seifer couldn't see him.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"I was just wondering if you'd make time for a man or a
relationship in your busy life, or if you'll always
choose to be alone?"
Annoyance rippled through him at Seifer's casually asked
question, which made Zell feel too defensive. "Being
alone is a choice I've made for myself."
"But not a very practical one, sweetheart." A smile
eased up the corners of his sexy mouth. "That job of
yours isn't going to keep you warm at night, and all the
money in the world won't buy you happiness."
He was getting too close to uncovering too many secret
yearnings. Whimsical dreams and wishes Zell dismissed
long ago because they weren't realistic or sensible and
could only lead to pain and heartbreak. And now he was
ruthlessly unearthing those suppressed desires, the need
Zell harbored to be loved and adored, to let a man fill
his soul with joy and give his life real purpose.
Confused and torn, he moved to scoot off Seifer's lap,
retreating, doing the only thing he knew that would
protect his heart and emotions from this man who wore a
blindfold but saw much deeper than any other person ever
had.
Seifer tightened his arms around Zell's waist, holding him in
place. He tipped his head and asked gently, "Where are
you going?"
"I think we're done here," he said with more authority
than he felt, and prayed Seifer would let him go.
To be continued...