Chapter 8

“Years of friendship, hon. I say you wouldn’t be so terrified to just listen to what Laramie has to say if you didn’t feel something for him. Untuck your dick and grow some balls, okay?”

With that, he went back to his office, and I stood there wondering how I’d gotten myself into this mess.

* * * *

It took me until ten o’clock that night to make the call, once I remembered where I’d placed Laramie’s business card.

“Hello?”

I heard the sound of voices in the background.

“It’s Dorian.”

A slight hesitation, then, “You actually called.”

“I was described as a dickless wonder by a friend today, so I’m proving him wrong.”

He didn’t respond.

“Okay, so I called like you wanted. What’s next?” I asked.

“Can I come over to your place?”

“Why?”

“I want to talk to you face to face.”

“Why not on the phone?”

“Please, Dorian. Just do this one thing for me. Then I swear I’ll leave you alone after this, if that’s what you want.”