His Worst Mistake

Irving and Adrian

Adrian was in his uniform and sipping coffee. He needed his caffeine fill before his shift started. He was sat in the lobby of a five star hotel where his latest client was staying whilst on vacation. The young lady was in her 20s and was the very definition of a spoilt daddy's girl. She had also made passes at him but Adrian had made it very clear that he did not swing that way. She at first thought he was bluffing just to get her off his case. That was until she found his tongue throat deep in one of the valets. 

She never spoke a flirtatious or casual word to him ever since. He WAS off duty and his partner was in charge of her at the time, so she really could not do anything about what he did with his life, or tongue, off shift. 

Adrian cringed at the thought of being stuck with her all day but continued to sip his coffee.

"Sugar fucking Shit...can't a man get quality service once in a while" Irving swore in a loud voice.

Adrian choked on his coffee at the ridiculous swear he had just heard.

'Sugar fucking shit???? Sugar and shit??' Adrian thought as his choke turned into a chuckle.

Adrian turned his head towards the reception desk where the voice came from. 

He saw a man with two suitcases dressed in a suit which fit his body perfectly. The man was slender and fair with a bit of a tan. The man held his sunglasses in his hands and his hair was let down but still very neat. As the man turned to swear in Spanish, Adrian caught sight of the most beautiful man he had ever laid his eyes on. The man had smooth skin and a mole beneath his left eye with long eyelashes. He had green eyes and his brows were neatly trimmed and shaped. No beards or a moustache. He had piercings but no earrings in them. And his slender neck was slowly turning Adrian on. He wished he could jus-

"Perra, solo soluciona el problema, en lugar de ser una puta homofóbica" Adrian heard.

Adrian full on spat his drink out as he burst out laughing.

'Bingo' Adrian thought. He just found that his current crush was also available to his type.

Irving was now swearing in Spanish and the girls at the desk who were standoffish were now trembling and trying to calm Irving down. Adrian saw the perfect opportunity to step in.

Adrian dropped his tea cup on the table and then walked towards the desk. 

"Perdóneme... ¿está todo bien?" Irving asked.

The chaos that was ongoing stopped and there was now silence.

"Who are you?" The beautiful man asked.

"Ah... I'm security" Adrian answered. Technically, Adrian was not lying. He WAS security.

"Oh... well I don't know if you can help but these bit- ... girls are saying I do not have a booking. I clearly booked online and have email, text and telephone call confirmation. I get here...they see a clearly gay man and say I do not have confirmation. Make it make sense please darlings" Irving said, looking at the girls at his last sentence.

'You are clearly not gay sir...you look like the very description of a soft but stern and hardworking husband' Adrian thought.

"Sir I understand your feelings. I'm sorry for the confusion. May I see all evidence of confirmation sir." Adrian said in a velvety cool voice.

"Ah yes." Irving said... a bit taken aback by Adrian's voice. He pulled out a printed copy of the email and a soft copy on his phone.

Adrian took the documents from Irving and scanned them.