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Brantley swallowed and turned to look him in the eye.

“And I’m over on the far left podium. You know, if you want to watch.”

Brantley was sure he was about to tell him, “I was just leaving,” but nothing came out. For fuck’s sake, he was an adult and this kid—okay, not a kid—was,yeah, he was walking away from him and through the crowd of horny men who were not only moving out of his way, but ogling, dancing, and trying to catch his attention.

Shit.Who’d Brantley think he was kidding?He couldn’t even tear his eyes off Daniel’s retreating back and ass. How was henotgoing to watch him shake it up on a stage?

“Ahh, I see you’ve spotted something you want to?—”

“He’s a student of mine,” Brantley said, cutting Jordan off before he could get started.

Jordan handed him two bright blue shots, and if ever there was a time to knock back some liquid courage, it was now. He downed the first, and as the fiery alcohol chased a path down his throat, he looked to his friend.

“How long?” Jordan shouted over the music.

Brantley shook his head. Jordan rolled his eyes and pointed to the second drink. He drained it too, and then they handed their empty glasses off to one of the waiters who was walking by.

“Now, again. How long have you been fantasizing about your student?”

Brantley zoomed in on the podium on the far left side of the dance floor just as Daniel climbed up onto it. “Nothing’s happened.”

“But youwantit to…”

He looked to his friend and shook his head again. As one of Jordan’s eyebrows flew up close to his hairline, he asked, “Do I look stupid to you?”

Deciding no answer was his best option, Brantley returned his attention to…Fuck me.Daniel was gyrating on the stage with some beefed-up muscle guy. Once he’d gotten his head pastthatobservation, the way Daniel’s hips were moving had any blood in Brantley’s brain moving directly south to his cock. He needed to get the fuck out of there. Now.

“I’ve got to go.”

He was starting to walk away from his friend when a hand clamped down on his arm and spun him around.

“Hey.” Jordan grinned at him. “We came here to dance with some random stranger and unwind…so let’s do that. Unless the oneyouwant to dance with is already taken,” he said, letting his eyes move back to the podium.

As thealcohol began to relax his strung-out nerves, Brantley made a deal with himself. He could do this. He was an adult, this club was packed, and there was no reason why he couldn’t go out on the dance floor, find a hot, willing body, and spend the night dancing with him. It wasn’t like his sexuality was a secret, and Daniel had known before that night that he was gay…so why was he running away?

Because the guy gives you a fucking hard-on and it’s inappropriate,his conscience reminded him.

As accurate as that was, he was going to shove it aside for the night. And then a dark-haired man around his height stopped directly in front of him and angled his head toward the dance floor. Yeah, he was going to go and unwind with a stranger—this stranger.

“SO,WHERE SHOULD I put my bag?”

Brantley shook himself out of his daydream, and when his eyes found Daniel’s, he gestured toward his room.

As Daniel carried his suitcase inside, Brantley followed him through to the large, spacious room and then leaned against the doorjamb. He couldn’t believe how much Daniel had changed since that first night back at Boyz. It seemed another lifetime ago. But when he bent over to put the suitcase on the floor and his linen pants stretched over his tight ass, Brantley was pleased to note that some things never changed.

Caught up in his own musings, he didn’t notice that Daniel had straightened and asked him a question until he had faced him.

“Sorry—what was that?”

“I asked if you were having second thoughts. You had that look on your face.”

Brantley pushed off the door and walked farther into his room. “What look is that?”

“Pensive,” Daniel said, sliding his hands into his pockets. “So, if you’ve changed your?—”

“No.” Brantley chuckled. “That’s definitelynotwhat I was thinking about.”

“No?”