Chapter 4
Latino moved up to Jax, stood over him, and smiled. “Do you like what you see, guy?”
Jax did, nodded, but said, “I have a boyfriend.”
“We all have boyfriends. And we all need to play outside those relationships.”
Jax wasn’t a player.
Latino reached forward, collected Jax’s right hand within his own, drew it to his bulky chest, and rolled Jax’s fingers over his left pec and down to his tight navel. In the process, Latino asked, “Do you like what you feel?”
“Sorry,” Jax said. “I’m not interested. You’re a good looking man, but I’m involved.”
Latino huffed and vanished from Jax’s booth and his happy hour search for a man continued, needing to take a stranger home and get off with him.