Chapter 4

“Who’s going to teach you to be a man?” Andrew asked. He knew the question landed the way he wanted it to, because Martin made eye contact, real eye contact, for the first time probably since they’ve met. “Who’s taking care of you?

“I’m doing fine on my own,” Martin said and took a sip of wine. The rest of the evening was spent making small talk, something Andrew found himself even starting to enjoy doing with Martin. As they left the restaurant he held back on purpose and let Martin walk in front, savoring the tight ass viewed from behind.

“Dinner was great, thank you,” Martin said as they made their way into the hotel’s lobby.

“I’ll see you at ten in the morning for a strategy powwow before we meet the Buchanans,” Andrew said and headed for the lifts.

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“Looking sharp as usual,” Andrew said, admiring Martin in his well-fitting business suit.