Chapter 2

“Told ya.”

“You’re a man of your word, George. I like that.” Blaine followed him the few short steps to his bedroom.

George turned and looked him over. “I don’t suppose it’d be a good idea to just rip that suit off you in a horny haze.”

“I’d appreciate it if you managed to resist.” The suit cost more than George probably made in a month.

George pulled a straight-backed chair away from the wall. “Here…is this good enough to hang it on, or do you want me to dig a suit hanger out of the closet?”

“The chair’s fine.”

Blaine shrugged out of the jacket as George walked into the bathroom. The sounds of water splashing into a sink drifted out as Blaine worked on his tie and shirt buttons. What the hell was George doing? Brushing his teeth? That was new. He’d brushed before heading to the bar and popped a few mints on the way here, but hookups often didn’t bother, so he tended to avoid mouth-to-mouth contact.