Chapter 20
“Whoa! What…?”
Even though Lathe wanted more than anything to take him right there, he roughly pushed him away, grabbed his lapel and shook him. “You little bastard,” he said. “What am I going to do with you? If anyone sees us, we’ll be the next red-hot item in the paper, on the TV, and in every dirty tabloid in the city. We’ll never live it down.”
“All right, I’m sorry,” Anjelo said pulling his clothes out of his hands. “Hell, I got excited, Lathe. You don’t know what you can do to a man. Look, if you’re through here we can go to my apartment. It’s not far.”
“All right…I suppose. Just give me a minute to cut myself loose, and we’ll get going.”
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