Chapter 3

The two men had met under unusual circumstances: both waiting in a doctor’s office for an appointment. Spenser was there for his compulsory annual physical and Jordan for his regular STD screening required by the studio.

The two men had sat next to each other in the crowded office waiting room. It had taken less than a minute of conversation for Jordan’s gaydar to determine Spenser played for his team, less than two to decide he wanted to bed the man, and only five to find there was something about Spenser that made this man special—entirely different from other guys Jordan had wanted to fuck. Jordan had asked him for a date. Spenser had reluctantly accepted.

The date had been as vanilla as Spenser had turned out to be. They’d gone out to dinner, then a movie, and Jordan had wound up shaking hands goodnight at Spenser’s apartment door. How incredibly cliché, how incredibly wonderful.