Chapter 38

Doyle stepped up to the door with Kord in tow. Kord seemed more reluctant than Doyle expected

“Think of this an undercover assignment.”

“You mean pretend that I’m one’a you?”

“Well, sort of. Stand by silently and play along. Think you can do that?”

“I think I can manage that. Unless somebody hits on me, then all bets are off.”

Doyle laughed and pushed open the door. The entryway was dark. A black light suspended from the ceiling inadequately illuminated the place. Kord had unfortunately worn a white shirt that stood out like a beacon in the black light.

“Look at me.” Kord moaned. “I’m a lighthouse. I’ll attract every queen in the place.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Doyle said, though he knew Kord was right. He was beautiful, from his sculpted face to his broad chest, to his sexy ass. The man would stand out whether or not he’d worn the wrong clothes. Doyle remembered the feel of Kord’s finger across his mouth and unconsciously ran his tongue over his lips.