Chapter 3

“Would you like to see my resume, Mr. Fine?”

“No…no. I’d rather find out about you by asking questions, if that’s okay?” I reached for the extended folder and resume, placed it down on the table beside The Next Fall, and kept my gaze on Tacoma’s slightly spread legs and the prize under his crotch-covered material.

Tacoma nodded his handsome head. A sprig of light danced in his eyes, shined, reflected within pools of dark brown that looked like creamy chocolate. He swatted at a disturbing bumblebee near his nose, kept his composure, sat still, and answered, “Yes. That will be fine. I’ll answer any question you have.”

“Good then. Before we start, can I offer you a drink? What would you have?”

“Water, please.”

He’s on his best behavior, I thought. “Nothing stronger? A little vodka? Gin perhaps? Young men like you are into IPAs these days, correct?”

He shook his head. “Just water…with ice.”

“Of course. Water it is. With ice.”