Chapter 13

“Hi,” Hubert managed.

Joseph carried no tray. He pushed no cart. He didn’t offer so much as a piece of fruit or a wafer-thin mint before he tossed Hubert onto the bed and clambered up onto it after him. “I thought you said ‘room service,’” Hubert said, crawling to a corner of the bed and burrowing under the protection of a pile of pillows.

Joseph grinned. “Sure, boss. Unless you want me to service you somewhere else?” With one tug Joseph whipped off his sarong, then advanced naked on his knees to drape it playfully around Hubert’s neck. With it, he pulled Hubert’s face close to his own, but Hubert closed his eyes tight. Whimpering, he jerked his head this way and that, and Joseph let go of the sarong.

“Why’s he doing that?” he asked Karnchana. She shrugged, but jerked her thumb to encourage Joseph to get off the bed. The splendor of his unobstructed nakedness was more than Hubert could bear, and his whimpers verged on wails.