My Heart | Book 4 of My Bodyguard

Chapter 7 | Balls

Julian POV

Dandelion saw how Geralt went to put in his password and instantly his eyes averted from the phone to look at the pot, something else to show he was not looking. Dandelion underwood privacy all too well honestly. In a business such as Petals where they some days strip down to absolutely nothing but maybe a choker or some jewelry, you'd think that there was nothing private about it. But there was a lot to it. When he is on stage, he is there to make the other person feel loved, wanted, craved for, and needed above all things.

He is there to let them forget their abusive wives or husbands. To celebrate a divorce or two or even three. To celebrate being of 21 to get in to see the place finally. There were a lot of different personal reasons came but the number one reason everyone goes there that they all share, no matter who it is.. Is there is someone or something they love there? If it be there the idea of the place and they be disappointed, that happens. If it the love of acting violently against the people who work there then that is it and usually labeled as the love of God.

He pulled out of his mind rant, something he tends to do when he transitions into the next person. Dandelion felt his lips curl upwards at the music being played. His hip cocked out to the side slightly as he balanced on one leg, it created more curve for those who were watching.

He felt his face was more open now, cheekbones still high but he felt as if his eyes were catted eyes, watching what was happening in front of him. He moved a hand to his own hip, unsure o if Geralt would like to have physical contact with him or not. He was rather big on consenting and physical touch and so forth, so him and Julian have a small bit of heat between them if he were honest.

Dandelion curiously looked over to the phone at the music that was playing and a small smirk came onto his lips. He could work with this, he could work with anything if he were being honest. He turned his gaze to look at Geralt and raised an eyebrow.

"I haven't met you, not properly." He stated before he looked to what Geralt was wearing and gave a small chuckle, eyebrows raising slightly.

"Damn knows I want to with an ass like that." He said with a chuckle before he looked to Geralt and cleared his throat a bit. "Sorry, too strong?" He asked, feeling slightly apologetic for what he had said, only slightly though.

"By the way, how in the holy angel hell do you make a weird egg out of those. Coz I ain't got no idea, though I do. I just need the ratio but still." He said with a small shrug and grinned to Geralt, finally pausing for the man to get a word in at the same time as he let his eyes wander over Geralt's body.

Damn, he was just a hunk of muscle and that abdomen, oh he was going to put a hand on that and feel it alright. His theme song came into his mind for a moment, same song he lapdanced Geralt to, I like boys by Todrick and gods, it was not wrong.

Geralt POV

Geralt kept stirring the sauce lightly, keeping one eye on Irys still. He could practically see the moment that the man fully transitioned into Dandelion. Interesting. He would have guessed that this was Dandelion, even without the warning. Possibly Julian, but having since met Julian, not anymore. They were both the more assertive ones he had seen, though Jaskier was definitely on that list as well, when he wanted to be. Julian had seemed calmer though, the last time Geralt had met him.

Geralt frowned ever so slightly. Yes, too strong. He was unfortunately used to it, but still. Clients... clients had... opinions, if nothing else, and Christ that was not a line of thought he needed to pursue right now. He was supposed to be here and not there.

The flax eggs shouldn't be too hard, according to whoever it was who had given Geralt this recipe. He didn't remember, though it might have been written down. They were just seeds and water. Nothing too complicated.