To Seduce a Butler (Yaoi/BoyXBoy)

Chapter Three--Michael

“So you planted a big ol’ wet one on him, and he kicked you in the balls? I like this guy already.” Lacy Rivera playfully shoved her best friend. Standing on tiptoe, she waved her manicured hand at the bartender. “Two more Jack and Cokes, Kevin sweetie, and don’t be afraid to pour.” 

The bartender nodded his head at the young heiress. “You got it, Miss Rivera.” Swiftly, he prepared their drinks, then slid them down the top. Michael caught them, then passed Lacy hers. 

“What does she have that we don’t?” One girl in a midriff-baring top crossed her arms and glared at Lacy. 

Her friend nodded. “I know. We’ve been trying for, like, what, thirty minutes?”

“Guess we know why her lipstick’s smeared,” the other girl quipped.

"Are her knees dirty, too?"

The two bowed their heads and giggled. 

Lacy cleared her throat, getting their attention. She tossed back her head, then tossed back her drink. The girls watched as she chugged, chugged, chugged. Slurping up the last drop, Lacy wiped her lips with the back of her hand, slammed the glass back on the bar and stared down the midriff-baring girl. 

“I’ve got a trust fund and an ID that doesn’t look like it came from the basement of the computer geek I banged to get my license done for free. You two dolls’ll have better luck getting the bouncer who snuck you in to buy you drinks, ‘cause Kevin here knows the difference between a girl old enough to hold her liquor and one who has to put on every color on the palette to look twenty-one.”

“Can you believe her?” midriff-baring girl asked the other as they stormed away.

Lacy motioned for another drink, then turned her attention back to Michael. “They can always dish it out but they can never take it. Now, where were we? The butler. What’s his name?” 

“Sam.” 

“Sam. How—quaint.  You falling for him?”

Toying with his drink, Michael shrugged. “He consumes me. Every part of me. But I don’t think I’m in love.” 

“In lust?”

“That’s just it. Anyone else I’d take home and bam! Done.” He toyed with his drink. “But Sam has his hooks in me. There’s something about him, and I've got to find out what that something is.”

Lacy stood and grabbed her friend's wrist. “Douchebag. Two o’clock. Come on.” She led Michael though everyone bumping to the techno beat on the dance floor. Michael narrowly avoided colliding with several couples, but his luck ended when he stepped on someone’s foot and was rewarded with a hard bump to the ribs. The breath whooshed out of his lungs, but Lacy didn’t stop pulling until they found a small but adequate spot on the floor. 

“It’s been awhile,” he warned, still trying to catch his breath.

She grinned, leaning forward. “I’ll risk my feet, but be careful with my shoes. They’re Prada.” 

Half an hour later, Michael’s shirt was sweat-soaked, clinging to his back, and his hair stuck to the sides of his face. He studied Lacy, twisting and turning in front of him, arms rhythmically pumping towards the ceiling. She wasn’t trying to seduce him, or anyone else at the club. She was having fun. 

But his smile didn’t match the intensity of hers. It couldn’t. His mind stayed entranced by a person who wasn’t with him. Who didn’t want to spend the night with him. How would it feel to have Sam’s body pressed to his? For Michael to have a hand curved around Sam’s waist, the other cupped behind his head and bringing him closer, closer, oh so much closer.

Suddenly, Lacy grabbed Michael’s lapel and tugged him down. “You hungry?” she yelled into his ear.

He had skipped dinner. He had to. He couldn’t risk seeing if Sam had been disgusted earlier. And dinner would have been six hours ago. “Starving,” he answered. 

At IHOP, Lacy sprawled her upper body across the table. One hand kept her head off the table, the other dangled off the side. In the background, some country singer crooned about losing his girlfriend and dog on the same day.

“You know, they use the same dirty rag to wipe these clean,” Michael teased.

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Immunities, baby. I has them.” She yawned heartily. “Geez, I’d heard you could wear a girl out.”

Michael sawed into his waffles. “Glad I didn’t disappoint.”

“Was I good enough to take your mind off the help?” 

Raising an eyebrow, he shoved the fork overflowing with butter and carbs into his mouth. 

Lacy sighed. The look on her face clearly showed her disapproval. “Look, if you are going to chase after him, be careful, okay?” 

“Careful?”

“Not like protection. You’re smart enough to know that. Be careful here.” Sitting up, she reached over and tapped his chest, right where his heart was. “You’ve never dated seriously.” 

“There was Rachel.”

“Please. You used her to get into her corporate suite. And into the corporate suite at the arena." 

He winced. “You cut to the quick.”

“That’s why we’ve stayed friends for so long.” Tearing off a pancake piece with her fingers, she dipped it into the extra syrup gathered around the edges of the plate. Without looking up at her friend, she said, “And don’t go kissing him uninvited again. You want to get to know him, you have to do what you’ve never done before.” She peeked up at him and smiled. “Be a gentleman.”