For Eamon, the next few weeks were filled with classes, meetings, and planning what to do after graduation. His biggest concern, the one that kept him awake at night, was a potential employer finding out what he did to put himself through school. How was he going to handle that question? He could lie and say he inherited the money like Troy had. But that could come back to bite him on the ass. Eamon decided he needed to talk to someone before the worry gave him an ulcer.
He made an appointment with Lily Evans, his on campus therapist. Eamon had first met Dr. Evans about a month into his first quarter. He’d been trying to deal with the stress of starting college and hiding his profession from everyone. Dr. Evans was one of two people on campus who knew Eamon was a high-paid escort.
Eamon sighed as sat outside of her office late one Friday afternoon. He always had the last appointment of the day. They had figured out early on it was for the best because their meetings tended to run long. His phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling it out, he smiled when he saw the name on the screen. Troy had an uncanny knack for knowing when Eamon was feeling overwhelmed. He tapped out a quick response, shaking his head as he put his phone away.
“Eamon.” He looked up to see Dr. Evans smiling at him. “Come on in.”
He stood, picked up his bag, and walked into her office. He loved her office. It was comfortable and filled with the calming scent of lavender. Putting his bag down beside the love seat situated near the window, Eamon curled up in the corner.
Dr. Evans sat in a chair at the opposite end of the couch. She smiled. “So, what’s been going on since we last talked?”
“Troy and Deacon finally decided on a house.” Eamon laughed. “Those two fought over the smallest details. It was a surprise when they announced they’d found the perfect place.”
“I’m sure.” She smiled. “What has you darkening my doorstep this early in the quarter?”
Eamon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “A friend is helping me figure out how to get out of my current profession, and I’m worried about finding a real job.”
“You’re worried someone will discover you’ve been working as an escort. I know you had an internship last spring as a translator. Have you applied for any internships this quarter?” She made a note on her Galaxy Note tablet.
Eamon shook his head.
“Well, I might be able to help. I have a friend who is looking for someone with your skills. She also won’t be bothered by your current profession.”
To say Eamon was surprised would have been an understatement. He was stunned. “How can you be so sure?”
Dr. Evans smiled. “Let’s say that I have touted your language skills quite heavily. She is very interested in meeting you.”
“Who is this paragon?” Eamon grinned back.
“My partner, Genevieve Sato.”
Eamon’s mouth went dry. “Genevieve Sato? The jewelry designer?”
“Yes. She needs an assistant who speaks fluent Chinese. The fact that you also have Japanese and Korean under your belt is a bonus as far as she’s concerned.” Dr. Evans continued making notes.
Eamon swallowed the lump in his throat. He was freaking out. His palms were sweating and his whole body was shaking. He was a huge fan of Genevieve Sato. Her designs were cutting edge. “Would this be a real job or an internship?”
“Probably an internship until you graduate. Then, and knowing Gen like I do, you’d be hired at graduation.” Dr. Evans looked up calmly. “Are you interested?”
“Oh, hell yeah.” Eamon laughed.
Ivy was sitting in the quad. The only place he could effectively escape his father was living on campus. Friends had asked why he lived in the dorms when he had a cushy place in the Hills. He always shrugged and said he didn’t want to fight traffic every day. Plus, it was easier to be on campus all the time especially when he was working on a project or paper.
The real reason was the fact the he could see Eamon. He’d first met the beautiful blond when they’d had an English class together. It hadn’t surprised Ivy to discover Eamon was an escort. It had surprised him to find out Eamon was servicing his father. That had made Ivy’s blood boil.
Eamon was worth so much more than being Basil Harrington’s whore.
A mirth filled voice pulled Ivy out of his thoughts. He knew when he looked up Eamon would be walking past. Ivy’s stomach fluttered with nervous butterflies. But the look of pure joy on Eamon’s face almost did him in. Ivy had seen Eamon smile, but he’d never seen this. Eamon looked angelic.
Ivy couldn’t hear the conversation, but something good had happened. He would just have to figure out a way to learn just what had his love in such good spirits.
Remus laughed as Eamon regaled him with the surprising turn of events. Remus knew Dr. Evans was one of the really good therapists on campus. His mom had nothing but good things to say about the doctor.
“Well, why don’t I come to your place with lots of food? We can celebrate your impending interview.”
Eamon chuckled, filling Remus with warmth. “Yes, please. I’m starving. Breakfast was banana and lunch was an apple.”
They talked until Eamon was in his car. Remus hadn’t mentioned that he was already picking up a Chinese and Indian. He’d decided no matter what happened when Eamon talked with Dr. Evans that he was going to spend his rare Friday night off with him.
Remus was already sitting in the driveway when Eamon pulled up.
“You planned this didn’t you?” Eamon teased as they walked up on the porch of Eamon’s house. Unlocking the door, Eamon led the way into the living room. Remus always felt like a giant when he was here.
“Yeah.” Remus shrugged. He walked over to the small dining table and set the bags of food down.
He hadn’t heard Eamon walk up behind and was surprised when Eamon pressed up against his back. “I’m glad you did.”
Remus turned, wrapping his arms around Eamon. Staring down into pools of shimmering green, Remus didn’t even think. He just lowered his head until their lips met. He’d meant it to be a quick, chaste peck, but a rush of longing swept over him.
He mashed his lips against Eamon’s. Teeth clattering together. Tongues dueling. Intense desire hovered in the air around them. Remus’ cock was harder than he could remember and it throbbed when he felt Eamon grind his own erection into Remus’ thigh.
When they finally broke apart, they were both panting. Eamon dropped his head to Remus’ shoulder and shivered. “That was way better than in my dreams,” Eamon said softly.
Remus had to fight the grin that wanted to explode on his face. Eamon dreamed of kissing him. Unreal. “Well, we could do it again. Just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.”
Eamon giggled. “You know if you want to kiss me again, all you have to do is ask.” He looked up into Remus’ eyes.
Remus cupped Eamon’s face in his big hands. “May I kiss you again?”