Chapter 4

“Okay, you win.” Theresa wasn’t even looking at him when Jared turned back to her. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one checking Rick out. “He’s way better than any of the twinks the agency sends us.”

“Way better,” Jared echoed. And then repeated it again in his head.

Thank you, Leo.2

Rick tossed the last of his T-shirts into the washing machine and closed the lid. His whole body ached. All he wanted was to crawl into bed and forget about the next week in favor of deep, dreamless sleep. The smell still clinging to his skin made that impossible, though. He needed a shower. Badly. As badly as his clothes needed to be soaked in a bucket of bleach and sanitized.