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“If you hadn’t noticed, I was speaking to your help,” Colt replied.
“And you are?” Dan asked.
“The bride’s brother.” Colt raked a contemptuous glare over Dan. “If I’m not mistaken, if a guest needs attention, it’s the job of your staff to provide it.”
“You’re quite right, sir. Milo will help you with whatever you need.” Dan pivoted and walked away.
At least Dan was smart enough not to argue with a guest, but Milo wondered if the jerk would say something later to him about simply standing there and not working. Dan was too uptight and needed to breathe and trust his staff to do their jobs.
“I think you just got Eric fired.” Milo glanced at Dan’s retreating form. He hoped like hell that wasn’t the case. He didn’t need to give his uncle an excuse to explode.
“Who’s Eric?” Colt’s dark brows furrowed.
“I’m filling in for my uncle.” Milo drew his attention back to Colt. “This isn’t even my real job.”
“What is your real job?”
“Apparently getting people fired.” Milo set the tub on the nearby table. His arm was cramping. “I’m a cashier at the local grocery store.”
Colt waved a hand toward the dance floor, which now only held the bride and groom and that big and small male couple. “If you’re that worried, I’ll have my brother-in-law smooth things over with Dickhead Dan.”
“The huge guy?” The one who’d been lovingly staring into the shorter guy’s eyes? The same couple Milo envied?
“No.” Colt grinned. “The shrimp he’s dancing with. Atlas’s dad will set things right.”
“I don’t think it’s polite to call someone that.” Especially when Milo had been picked on in the past because of his short stature. “I’m about his height.”
“I meant no offense.” Colt tugged at his tie. “I think this suit is affecting my brain. If Atlas sees me tugging at my clothes, he’ll put me in time-out.”
“You’re…you’re a very strange man, Colt.”
There was a faint glint of humor in his green eyes. “I’m just more comfortable in jeans than slacks. I’m dying to kick these shoes off. They’ve been irritating me all—” He blinked then sniffed deeply.
Wrinkling his brows, Milo sniffed, too. The only thing he smelled was the buffet. “Are you hungry? There’s still plenty of food left.” The only good thing about working this gig was the fact that the help was allowed to take leftovers home instead of the food being tossed in the trash. Not that Milo wanted any of it. He wasn’t a big eater and had made sure to eat before he’d left for this gig.
“Peaches.” Colt’s eyes fluttered close for a moment as he inhaled again, more deeply this time.
“I don’t think peaches are being served.” Milo reached up and slid his hand over Colt’s firm jaw, the guy’s facial hair tickling his fingers. He’d never felt so fascinated with anyone before and couldn’t seem to resist touching Colt, even though it was very inappropriate to do so.
Colt’s eyes slid open. Milo tried to jerk his hand away, but Colt gripped his wrist in a gentle hold, keeping Milo’s fingers on his face.
“I like your hand on me.” Colt’s green eyes darkened further.
“Um, okay.” Milo scratched Colt’s beard. “It’s so soft.”
A smile touched Colt’s lips, and now Milo wanted to kiss him. “You have no idea what your fingers are doing to me, handsome.”
“They’re scratching your beard.” Milo thought that was pretty obvious since he’d commented on how soft the hairs were.
“Come home with me tonight.”
Milo pulled his hand from Colt’s grip. “Why would I do that?”
What on earth was wrong with me?
He had an overwhelming urge to touch Colt again. Milo was on the job and shouldn’t be fondling a guest’s face. That was completely unprofessional, yet he couldn’t seem to stop.
“Because you feel the undeniable attraction between us.” Colt stood so close that Milo felt his body heat, and it was affecting him in ways that made him want to strip naked and offer himself to a guy he’d just met.
