Scene designer Charlie Cox is in a clandestine relationship with the theater's lead actor, Ricky Moore. Charlie knows it will never be more than that because Ricky is too egotistical to want to be seen in public with a man who has deep burn scars on one arm. Not that Charlie blames him, since he's certain he’s a freak in almost everyone's eyes. Jace Parish, the scene shop boss, is in love with Charlie but will never let him know. Jace thinks he’s uninteresting because he’s thirty and starting to bald, which makes him look middle-aged. He also has never admitted to anyone he works with that he’s gay. Liam Dolan owns the gym where Jace comes to work out his anger and frustration. Liam has been drawn to Jace from the beginning but believes Jace is straight, so has never revealed his feelings to Jace. Ricky Moore knows he is using Charlie for his own selfish ends. What Ricky can't figure out is why, when he can and does have anyone he wants in his bed, he keeps coming back to Charlie. These four men have preconceived ideas about themselves and each other. What will it take for them to realize love is possible, if they will only give it a chance?

Hell, Look at Me

“We’re going to grab a bite to eat. Want to join us?”


“Not really,” Ricky replied shortly.


“Oh.” Denise grinned up at Julian. “I think you’re right. He’s definitely being the crouching tiger, or maybe the hidden dragon?”


“Or maybe just wanting some alone time?” Ricky said, essaying a small smile at her lame description.


“Got it.” Julian chuckled snidely. “Even the great and wonderful Ricky needs his space every once in a while. Okay, don’t say we didn’t offer.” Putting one hand on Denise’s shoulder, he steered her out of the dressing room.


“Jealous much?” Ricky muttered, kicking the door shut when they didn’t bother to close it.


He realized, somewhat to his surprise, not only didn’t he want to go to supper with them; he didn’t want anyone’s company. Except…


I need to get my head examined. It’s our secret. Our…my time when I don’t have to worry about anything except fucking for the pure pleasure of it. No recriminations, no complications, just pure sex.


Chapter 9