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Copyright © Hank Edwards 2014. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.
Dudebaker‘s was packed, and Floyd was busy behind the bar. He didn’t mind it, though, he liked to be busy. It made the time go by faster and the dollars in the tip jar multiply. And it kept his mind off things, most notably Trent. Floyd liked Trent, he guessed, but something was missing, just like all the other guys he had been dating, and there had been a lot of them.
The odd part about this thing with Trent was, they weren’t even dating. Floyd had just paid him a compliment, and now Trent seemed to think Floyd wanted to date him. Floyd liked to fuck, boy did he ever, but so far he’d just been able to find fuck buddies, not dates. He wasn’t sure if it was him or his choice in men or a combination of the two, but up to now, Floyd had pretty much set his mind to spending his life alone.
To make matters worse with the situation, Trent was one of the bus boys at Dudebaker’s. One thing Floyd had learned after he’d first started tending bar at the club was the bus boys stuck together. Like a pack of hyenas.
As he handed off a couple of beers, Floyd caught a glimpse of a handsome man next in line, the flashing lights from the dance floor like sparks in the man’s brilliant blue eyes. This guy was new, and something about him really caught Floyd’s attention, so he flashed a big smile and shouted over the music, “Hey, what’ll you have?”
This new arrival was just Floyd’s type—tall and lanky, with shaggy dark hair and those bright blue eyes. Floyd felt something ping inside him. It was an intense reaction, one he’d never experienced before, and though it confused him, his smile widened. The stranger returned Floyd’s smile and leaned in over the bar to be heard above the music, bringing those gorgeous eyes and full, soft lips tantalisingly close.
“I’m supposed to see Shawn Frost?” His voice was deeper than Floyd had expected, and it seemed to reach right down inside Floyd’s tight black pants and grab him by the balls.
“Shawn?” Floyd repeated, more to hear that deep voice once more than for clarification. As the owner of Dudebaker’s, Shawn Frost was not only Floyd’s boss, but also a trust fund baby with a more severe case of boyfriend ADD than Floyd had himself. And it looked like Shawn had already finished with his current twink of the week and was about to move on to this new hot number. Floyd cursed his luck of meeting him after Shawn then realised the man was leaning even farther over the bar and still talking to him.