The Rookie (manxmen)**Hothouse Book 1**

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

 

(Henri's famous Mint Julep cocktail----------->)

 

 I sat in my truck parked at the curb front of my mother's house, and I was contemplating driving away and avoiding this dinner at altogether before anyone saw me sitting out here like an idiot. The circular driveway in front of the house looked like a parking lot with various vehicles, everything from heavy duty trucks like mine to a sleek Camaro, and even a Jaguar. I had no idea which car or truck belonged to who. I never paid any attention to that at work. So when I heard the powerful rumble of a diesel engine pulling up behind me. I looked in the review mirror and the very reason for my nervousness just arrived. My mouth went instantly dry and my heart rate spiked as I watched the man climb from he cabin of his truck. Jesus Christ, he looked even better wearing his regular clothes. Thank God he didn't seem to see me sitting here. He leaned back into his truck and pulled out what looked like a bottle of wine and a bouquet of fresh flowers. Handsome and thoughtful too, just another thing to add to the growing list of how perfect he is, at least for me anyway.

Sitting here like a shy high schooler spying their crush from afar, I watched as his long legs carried him to my childhood home's front door. He raised an muscular arm and knocked on the door. It opened almost instantly and I watched him gallantly present my outspoken mother with the items he brought, and then to my absolute horror she leaned around the huge man and yelled on the top of her lungs to stop sitting in my truck and  to stop being impolite to my guests. She finished alerting everyone in the neighborhood by saying that she raised me better than that. And  I wanted to bash my forehead into the steering wheel repeatedly until I was unconscious. 

With a heavy sigh and even heavier feet, I dragged myself out of the cab with resignation and schuffled my way to the front door, where she was tapping her foot impatiently waiting for me. I peeked at the chief from under my lashes and willed my face not to go thermonuclear at the smirk that curved those delicious looking lips. My foot hit the top porch step and I took a deep breath, and with it carried the mouthwatering scent of his cologne and fresh soap. The little brazen slut that was my inner gay boy immediately draped himself over the back of the living room sofa and offered his ass wiggling it shamelessly in the air. I managed to give him a half hearted smile and a mumbled hello before scurrying past my mother and into the house.  

 I heard the boisterous laughing before I even turned the corner and entered the den. Henri was  at the bar mixing cocktails while the guys where all squashed together on the two plush sofa's, they were all huddled around something and from the sympathetic look that Henri shot my way, I knew exactly what it was and Chuck confirmed it when I dropped myself in to the arm chair opposite of them by gasping out, "Oh my God, look at that cute naked little tush running away. How come you still don't do that at bath time?" Everyone burst out into a fresh wave of laughter and slunk down even lower in my seat. And of course the Satan's own Scarlet O'Hara walked by with a tray of  hors d'oeurves in one hand and poking me in the shoulder with the other telling me to sit up.

Henri, God bless him, chose that exact moment to hand me a generous tumbler of his famous mint julep cocktail. I was tempted to rub the frosted glass over my hated cheeks. The situation didn't get any better when the cheif took a seat in the opposite armchair from mine. He was  now in my direct line of vision. And I zoned out completely as I took in his broad shoulders, clearly outlined in his tight v-neck sweater he was wearing, the deep green color almost matched his gorgeous eyes perfectly.  My gaze followed the line of his luscious body right down to the thick thighs encased in his distressed jeans. He spread his legs and shifted a little in his seat and  the bulge of his impressive cock had my mouth watering. My eyes snapped up as my mother forcefully called my name to get my attention. She went to scold me again and I all but had it at this point, I wasn't the amusement for the evening, nor the show before dinner.  "Mom, Gawd...quit it already." The reprimand burst from my irritated thoughts and spewed out of my mouth before I could govern myself accordingly. I needed some air, I was overwhelmed, and I dashed up out of my chair, and out the patio doors onto the darkened porch.