Tom and Santino’s anniversary is coming up, and Tom has a plan. He’s going to show Santino how much he means to him. The night will be magical.<br><br>Tom’s plan did not include a trip to Thailand. He doesn't do aeroplanes, doesn't do tropical climate, and he doesn’t do spas. Yet he finds himself without a stitch of clothing on a spa table, with a man he's never met before while Santino is away on a business meeting.<br><br>This was not how it was supposed to go. Tom will do his best to live through the day so they can celebrate their anniversary when they get back to the hotel, but If Santino wanted him smooth and sparkly, couldn’t he have told him instead of booking him an appointment?

Dazzle Me

I grunted. “Stop calling me that.” I put a little extra force into my objection and was rewarded with a giggle—a fucking giggle—from the shower.


I stroked my prickly chin. Yeah, probably should. I supposed they would spend the day putting chopped vegetables on my face. Bloody spa day


My hair was thankfully short enough not to need any styling in the mornings. I stared at it in the mirror. My hair almost looked black in this light—still no grey. I studied it every morning. Dad had had grey hairs in his early thirties, and I wasn’t in my early anything. Okay, I was, I’d turned forty which I guess made me in my early forties.


Santino came out of the shower as I washed my face from the shaving. I looked him up and down, taking in the water droplets that glistened on his skin. A morning blow job on your anniversary was what every man deserved, wasn’t it? And I was just the man who wanted to give one.


Chapter 7