Complicated by Megan Slayer Page A

conspires against me most of the time, but I’m not letting it win.” He chuckled. “Because of Jonathan, I stopped being a self-centered jerk. Last night was magical. I was myself, and he accepted me. I loved it.”
    Kade sighed. He folded his hands and rested his feet on his desk again. “I hope it works out, I do, but honestly, I’m more worried about the artistic integrity of the film. Your love life is not my problem.”
    “Spoken like a true asshole.” He sounded like a douche, but he meant no ill will to his writer. He loved the character of Clayton and wanted to portray the sniper for as long as the character existed.
    “Takes a prick to know one.” Kade grinned. “Just promise me you’ll work on him to do the short film. It’ll be worth the hassle. He’s good as Owen, and you two are dynamite together.”
    “I will. See you.” Sean bounded out of the office. He ran to the guard’s office and called for a cab. He could’ve walked to Jonathan’s apartment, but he didn’t want to cause a scene. When the taxi arrived, he climbed into the backseat. I’m coming, babe. Please don’t shut me out before we get a chance to get this started .
    Moments later, the taxi pulled up in front of Jonathan’s building. Like most of the other buildings around here, it didn’t have much character other than the odd establishments on the first floor. One half featured a florist and the other half belonged to a psychic. Only Jonathan would pick a place at such odds.
    Sean left the taxi then strolled into the florist. He needed something for Jonathan. He wondered if the flower shop sold many blossoms to folks who’d left the psychic with bad news.
    After much consideration, he purchased a bouquet of red roses and baby’s breath. Romantic and classic. He tucked the flowers under his arm then made the trek up the five flights of stairs. The lack of an elevator surely had to aid in Jonathan in looking so good. Making the journey up the steps would be good cardio for anyone. Once Sean reached the fifth floor, he crept down the hallway. Kade’s information had Jonathan living in apartment 5C.
    Sean gathered his courage and knocked on the door. He’d done nearly nude scenes and died on camera three times, but none of those scenes had prepared him for meeting the man he cared about.
    “Go away,” came Jonathan’s voice from the other side of the door.
    Had Jonathan seen him? Sean knocked again. He wasn’t giving up just yet.
    “I’m tired of your bullshit. Go the fuck away.”
    Now Sean was just pissed. No one pushed him away without a fight or an explanation. He knocked a third time. If Jonathan didn’t open the door, he’d break the damn thing down.
    “That’s it. I’m calling the landlord.” The door whipped open, and Jonathan, clad in nothing but a towel, stood in the doorway. “Seriously, Ian. Go— Sean?”
    Everything rode on this moment. Sean wanted to look cool and collected. He offered up the flowers and willed his heart rate to stay in the normal range. “May I come in?”
    Jonathan gripped the towel and the doorframe. He hadn’t expected to see Sean—well, ever—and surely not when the actor had a boyfriend in town. Part of Jonathan wanted to be pissed. The rest of him couldn’t contain his joy. Sean was at his apartment.
    “Please, do come in.” At least, he’d remembered his manners. Jonathan stepped out of the way. “I’m sorry my apartment is a mess. Normally, I clean on Thursday nights.”
    “Mess?” Sean smoothed his hand down Jonathan’s bare chest. “This place is cleaner than most operating rooms.” He closed the door. “Besides, the freshly showered look is really hot.”
    “Thanks.” Jonathan blushed, and his nipples hardened. He’d hoped he could still turn Sean on, and the compliment bolstered his confidence.
    “You should sport that look more often.” He handed Jonathan the flowers. “For you. It’s a quirk of mine. I like to treat my boyfriend right.”
    Sean