“Brandon—”
“Look, I’ll think about it. But that’s all I’ll say for now. You may not realize this, Tim. But you’re kind of an ass.”
Tim blinked at him. “I…what?”
Brandon smiled. He was glad that riled Tim a bit. The man had always thought he was hot stuff to a certain extent. Probably why he couldn’t be bothered with someone like Brandon in high school. But now, Tim wanted him.
“I’ll let you know, Tim. In the meantime, I suggest you spend some time enjoying the resort. It’s beautiful.”7
Tim poured himself a Scotch from the minibar. Generally, he wasn’t one to pay the ridiculous prices hotels charged for alcohol in the room. He never needed a drink that badly.
Tonight was different.