Chapter 11

Donovan held onto that fleeting moment tightly. The slightest hint of pheromones drew his attention. Insight followed. TJ might be getting angry, but he struggled with another issue—lust. Donovan opted to take a chance. “Go out with me. My treat.”

TJ’s eyes widened before he narrowed them again. “You’re a patient.”

“I’m a person. A man.” One that wants to lick you all over like a lollipop and find out how long it takes to get to the juicy center.

“Sorry. Too busy. Don’t have time for dating.” TJ shifted his weight, his attention once more returning to the box. “How much?”

“I’ve got it.” Donovan ignored the sting of rejection, reminding himself of that brief look in TJ’s eyes. At least the man didn’t come right out and say he was straight, crushing Donovan’s hope complexly. That little omission spoke volumes.