Chapter 27
“Nah. No one special anyway.” Ollie felt familiar heat rise to his face once more at the lie. “No one at all, actually.”
Sam made a “tsk” sound. “A big, handsome guy like you? I would think you’d be beating them off with a stick.” He paused for a moment. “Or at least your hand.” He snickered at his own joke and Ollie joined in, although the statement made him feel self-conscious. His hand was actually his most frequent lover, spending the night and everything.
Sam cocked his head and took a sip of his wine. “No, really. You’re gorgeous. Just the kind of man I like—with some fur and some meat to hold on to. And you can cook! Christ Almighty, it’s a crime that you’re alone. Why, if I didn’t have my Ralph, I’d be putting the moves on you myself.”