Chapter 11

About an hour and maybe half a dozen guys rated seven or higher later, Paul got up to use the restroom.

“Good luck with the flood of men that’s about to descend on your lonesome single ass,” Paul said over his shoulder, not even bothering to hide his smile.

Terry did get a few glances his way, but to his frustration, the only guy to approach him came at Paul’s heels. As cute as Paul was, Terry knew him too well to consider him dating material, yet Paul could get any guy he wanted even when he wasn’t trying. Terry reconsidered advertising his sign and measurements in favor of tattooing his best personality traits on his forearm so he could hold it up and attract men with that.

Paul introduced his new acquaintance. “Terry, this is Zander. Zander, this is the hot friend I was telling you about.”