Page 23 of Jacob Michaels Is Not Jacob Michaels

“In bed?”

Carlos rolled his eyes. “Of course not. I’m not that tacky. I meant is he good to you?”

“Oh.” I grinned. “Yeah. I think so. Yeah. He’s really good to me.”

“It may be none of my business,” Carlos looked around and leaned in, “but it wouldn’t happen to be another man who volunteers here and Esther Jean set you up with, would it?”

I turned my nose up.

“Good God, no.”

Carlos shrugged.

“Well, then I’m out of guesses, and you’ll have to tell me all about him.” Carlos quipped. “What’s he like, what’s he do, how tall is he…how jealous will I be when I see him? All of that stuff.”

“Um,” I chewed at my lip, “I want to kind of keep it quiet for now. We haven’t been seeing each other long, and even though it became a thing pretty quickly, it’s still new, obviously.”

“Obviously.” He said as he reached for more envelopes.

“But now that you mention Andrew…do you think he’ll be in sometime today?” I asked. “I did want to talk to him.”

Carlos’ right eyebrow rose to precarious heights as he gave an envelope seal a comical lick.

“Not like that.” I shook my head. “I just wanted to ask him some questions about his family.”

“Mm.”

“I promise that’s all it is.” I laughed.

Carlos studied me from across the table for a moment.

“Well…okay,” Carlos said finally. “But if I find out that you’re fucking around and being a bad boy, you’ll be another reason these soles are red.”

“You just can’t help mentioning those shoes, can you?” I teased.

“They are fabulous.” Carlos leaned in with a squeal and patted my cheek. “Thank you again, baby. All these other bitches around here are jealous as shit.”

“You’re welcome.” I nodded.

Carlos patted my cheek again and sat back in his seat.

“Well, Andrew comes in whenever he sees fit, honestly.” Carlos looked around before surreptitiously reaching into his bag to pull out an e-cig. He gave it a healthy puff and blew the vapor out of the corner of his mouth. “Tell me if you see anyone sneaking up.”

I laughed. “Okay.”

“I haven’t seen him since the last time I saw you, frankly.” Another puff on the e-cig. “He used to come in whenever he could if he wasn’t busy at his office, or if he was on lunch, or…just whenever he felt the need. But, like you, I guess he is feeling too good for us commoners.”

I shook my head with a smile.

“I’m just kidding, baby.” Carlos took another puff and folded one arm across his chest, resting the elbow holding the e-cig against it. “He’s probably just been busy. You’ll probably have to go down to his office to talk to him if it’s super important. You stick around here waiting, you might have gray hairs before he shows up.”

“I guess I might have to walk down there later.” I sighed.

“We all got bullshit to deal with.” Carlos teased.

For several minutes, Carlos puffed on his e-cig while I stuffed envelopes and kept an eye out for the center director or anyone else who might narc on him. Once all of the envelopes had been stuffed, I sat back and looked over at Carlos as he puffed away, not a care in the world.

“You seem to be taking losing your drag show pretty well,” I said. “You don’t look too stressed.”