Chapter 45

Or was this simply his way?

Standing there in my simple and bland shirt, my face scruffy with a five o’clock shadow, I felt like the odd man out. “Hi,” I said, trying to be cool. These guys were so put together and the way they were all staring at me triggered my defense mechanisms. I’d spent my life avoiding guys like them, and now here I was, circled by the lovely sharks.

They were so hot, all three of them. And I knew then that I’d avoided androgynous looking gay men because they turned me on in a way no other men could.

Sam tipped his head, smiling coyly as though he’d read my thoughts. “Hm, so rugged. Honey, you must be a hockey player. No, hold on.” He came closer. “No, with those thighs, I say soccer.” He pinched my thigh.

I felt like a piece of meat exposed under a bad light in the deli counter. “Yeah,” I mumbled, blushing.

Jack slapped Sam’s hand hard. “Rocco, take this bitch home before she makes a mess on my floor.”