To Seduce a Butler (Yaoi/BoyXBoy)

Chapter Two---Sam

What the hell was Michael Day thinking?

Sam slammed the door to the quarters he shared with Sonia, sending the maid jumping a good few inches off the couch.

“Jesus, Sammy,” she grabbed the nearest throw pillow and launched it as his head. "Could ya slam that door any harder?” 

He tossed the pillow back at her. She fell over onto the sofa, letting the pillow fly over her. 

“Sorry, Soni.” Walking over to the sink, he took a cup from the wire rack and poured a glass of water. Their quarters weren’t as spacious as Mr. and Mrs. Day’s bedroom, but it was enough for them to live comfortably. 

Sam remembered his first day vividly. Sonia had quickly explained her rules. He could decorate his bedroom any way he wanted, but, since she was employed first, her décor for the kitchen, living room and bedroom stayed. Sonia apparently had a thing for jungle animals. Even the kitchen towels had leopard spots.

He stood behind the sofa, then leaned over, thoughtfully swishing the water around. “I don’t know what Master Michael’s problem is.”

Sonia snorted. “Mikey’s a spoiled brat that needs to be thrown out on his ass. Sleep on the street for a few nights so he can appreciate that big king-size waterbed.”

Sam watched Sonia from the corner of his eye. Should he tell her everything that happened just a few minutes earlier? “He—he kissed me.”

This information didn’t move her. “Of course he did. Haven’t you noticed the way he stares at you?" 

Michael frowned. “I haven’t really noticed him since the first day we meet. I mean, I have noticed that he leaves every time I come into a room. I thought it was because he was pissed that I was still making up his bed when he moved back, but now you’re telling me he’s stalking me!” 

Sonia waved her hands. “Dude, calm down. You’re not that good-looking. And you’re a bit on the scrawny side.”

“And your boobs stick out so far you can eat off of ‘em.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”  Sitting up, she turned to face him. “Seriously, what did you do to pop up on Michael’s radar?”

“Like, I said, the only time I really talked to him was when he came home from the airport.”

“And what were you doing?”

“I was fluffing his pillows and, I guess I was humming.”

“What were you humming?”

“What is this? The Inquisition? Some swing ditty. ‘What’s Your Drink?’, I think.”

She tipped her head and tapped a finger on her chin. “Maybe it has something to do with that. Whatever it was, Michael’s never shown interest in anyone or anything. And when he does, it doesn’t last that long. I wouldn’t worry about it, string bean.”

He laughed. “I’m gonna chill in my room a bit.”

“You keep that pop punk shit down. I’m watching my shows.”

Sam’s room was starkly different from the jungle Sonia had created in the other parts of the house.  His walls were bare. The bed was pushed into one corner, a dresser with a mirror pushed into the other corner. A picture of his sisters and mom was taped to the glass, their smiles the only thing brightening up the room.

He leaned back on the bed and popped in his earbuds. Blink-182 started streaming in, and he exhaled. So much to think about. Like why Michael, when he could have his pick of any debutante or heiress, would want him.

Sam had never had time for a relationship. His mom relied on him too much. Dad was never home, and the one day Mom told Dad exactly how she felt about his wandering ways and how he never provided for his family, he took a shotgun and killed himself. 

He turned onto his side and curled up into a fetal position. Everyone had a story as to why they were messed up. Maybe Michael's was just as bad. Although being rich should have helped Michael get over being lonely.

Is that your problem, Michael. Are you lonely?

But then, sleep settled on Sam, and he let himself drift off to the croons of Markus and Tom. It was much easier than answering that question. Than giving Michael Day a story.