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CHAPTER EIGHT Daniel
James still hasn't phoned me and it's been three days since we met. To say I'm miffed, is an understatement.
Standing in the foyer of the manor, making sure the place is presentable for the group of tourists arriving in an hour or so, I can't believe he hasn't called. I really thought we had a connection. Then again, why would he? I mean, seriously, I fell off a damn rock and he had to baby-sit me, while I acted like a total spaz.
To add insult to injury, I'm usually the alpha-male in the mix. But, when it comes to him, he makes my knees swoon and heart flutter. Never mind the fact that my dick likes him too.
And, voila! I'm hard again.
Fuck! I can't concentrate on my job, if every time I think of the man, my dick reacts like this. But, it's more than that though. Sure, I'd love him to fuck me in a heartbeat, but there's also something special about him that makes me want to get to know him better.
He's a mystery to me. And, the fact that I want him to fuck me, just proves I'm not behaving like myself. Except for Richard, I've never bottomed for anyone else in my life.
So, what if he's leaving soon. Isn't it worth the risk of at least exploring our strange connection?
I don't think us jumping into bed is the only thing I'm after and want to get to know him better. Of course, if he doesn't call me, no wishful thinking will even matter.
Sure, I can call him, but then I would sound desperate. In any case, he was the one who said he wanted to call me.
Well, such is life!
I move to the large old dining hall, where all the different bottles and small crates for the wine tasting are. There's always hope that we will entice the guests to purchase small crates, containing bottles of our best wine, to take back home with them. Anything to assist the estate in making money.
The kitchen staff have also arranged sparkling clean wine glasses neatly on the tables and everything appears to be ready for our visitors. I hope it will be a good day, tour wise, so that we have this large dining hall packed to the rafters with people.
It makes my job easier instead of those days when there is no one and I have to stand around for hours, doing nothing. Then, when there are too few people, I have to work twice as hard to keep them entertained and convince them to buy anything. There's magic in crowds, where that's concerned.
I go off to get some more spittoons.
All done and standing around, waiting for the first lot of tourists to arrive, I get a call on my phone from the security guard at the main gate.
"Mr Daniel, there's a guy here, who says his name's Jaco. He says he knows you and wants to go up and see you."
What the fuck does he want?!
"Ok, sure. Let him in. Tell him I'm in the main house."
Talking to Koos a few minutes later, who'll be assisting me with our guests today, I see Jaco come in.
I'm about to go up to him when he beams and says aloud, "Hey sexy! You haven't called or come to see me again. So, I took the initiative and came here myself. Where have you been?"
I cringe and Koos gives me a curious glance.
"Some waiter from the pizzeria. I think he has a crush on me." I wink at him.
He nods and scampers off. Probably nervous that Jaco's attention may rub off on him.
I rush towards Jaco, whispering loud enough for him to hear through my clenched teeth. "Shush, man! People can hear you and no one here knows anything about my private life."
"Oh, ok. You one of those?" He replies softly, using air-quotes to emphasize that I'm closeted.
"Yes. And I'd like to keep it that way." I glare at him.
He ignores my indignation. "Anyway. Where have you been?"
"I've been busy. You know I have a job to do here and it takes up most of my time." I fiddle with the brochures on the round small table next to us in the foyer. He's really annoying me and I want him to get the message that I'm busy.
"Didn't you tell me last time that you'd be off during this week?" He gently touches my bicep.
God help me.
I remove his hand firmly and glare back up at him. "Yes. I went to the beach for the day. So, what?!"
"Ooh. Sensitive! Just asking. It would've been nice if you'd stopped by and parked your car at my place. My garage has felt empty since you were there last." Winking and using air-quotes again to match the obvious innuendo.
"Will you tone it down and stop with the damn air-quotes. It's annoying and someone's going to hear you." I hiss at him.
"You're correct. Someone's listening intently." A voice booms behind me.
I spin around to see Johan standing there. Jaco must've known he was behind me and still didn't act discreet.
Fuck!
Johan comes closer. "I think It's rude of you not to introduce your friend to me." And he stretches out his hand. "I'm Johan Byleveldt, and you are?"
Jaco shakes his hand vigorously. "Jaco Marais, Oom."
"Pleased to meet you Jaco. You know Daniel from where?" He holds on to Jaco's hand a little longer than I think is polite. I shiver at the thought of these two hitting it off.
"He comes to the pizzeria in Franschhoek often and I'm always the one serving him."
"I'll bet." Johan gives me an evil smirk.
This can't be happening. All I need is Johan to have something on me.
"Yes. He's the waiter at the Pizzeria I frequent." I try and sound dismissive, as if to minimise Jaco's importance.
"I'm more than just your waiter, Daniel." Jaco grins, faking irritation.
Fuck, shit! This is a nightmare.
To get away from them, I think of something to do. "I've got to go and fetch another crate of Shiraz. There aren't enough bottles here and it's our most popular one. I'll see you soon, Jaco. You'll have to excuse me."
I lead him by his elbow towards the main door and he glances back at Johan and shouts. "Nice to meet you, Oom Johan. See you soon!"
Not if I have anything to say about it. Unless of course Johan decides to go have pizza in Franschhoek. God! I don't even want to contemplate that.
With Jaco driving out, I'm just about to walk back in, when I see a tour bus enter the main gate in the distance.
Showtime!
Returning to the main dining hall and expecting a snide remark from Johan, I notice he's nowhere to be found. I let out a sigh of relief.
Hopefully, he'll forget about what just happened, but I suspect that's wishful thinking on my part.
After a few hours, the rush of tourists has dissipated and I'm relaxing at the bar. It's been a busy day and we've sold stacks of wine.
I'm actually pretty pleased with myself.
Koos and I are joined by a few other guys from maintenance and sales, and we're having a nice relaxing evening, chatting away casually.
Suddenly, Johan enters the room and the mood changes abruptly. No one here likes him.
He comes straight for me. "Hey, Casanova! All done for the day?" A wicked sneer on his face.
Yip, he's not going to let it slide. "Yes, just relaxing. It's been a long day Oom Johan." Making as if I didn't notice his new nickname for me.
"Don't you feel like visiting your friend in Franschhoek this evening. I'll give you a lift, if you need one." He slaps me a little too hard on my back.
"No, thanks." I down my brandy and coke.
"Suit yourself. I wanted to talk to you in any case. Let's go outside where it's quieter." He turns to the other guys. "Work issues."
They all nod and go back to what they're doing and I get up and follow him outside. When we're out of earshot from the others, he turns to me and I can barely make out his face under the dim lights shining on us from a few feet away.
"Interesting little development earlier. Wouldn't you say so? Just proves that you're a moffie. Just as I suspected all along. So, are you the socket or the plug? I'd imagine you'd be the socket, since you do have a nice bubble-but." He slaps my ass.
He grins and continues. "But then again, your little friend had a firmer one. You like them tight, hey?"
I shiver with disgust.
He notices. "What?! I'm not good enough for you?!" Angry now.
I better calm him down. "No. I'm not even thinking of that but it's late Oom Johan and I have to get some shut eye."
I move to walk away but he grabs me suddenly and brings his mouth right up to my ear. "I'm not sure how yet, but I'm going to make sure you compensate me for keeping this little secret of yours. I wonder what your mommy and daddy would say about their son being a moffie."
I freeze. I don't know how to respond.
Thankfully, he leaves me be and walks off, chuckling to himself.
Oh, hell.