Page 35 of Hotshot

Wait. What?

“Findsomeone?”

“Sure. I know a few guys who could be discreet and?—”

“No.”

He cocked his head. “No? Am I wrong?”

“I didn’t—I don’t…”

Hank furrowed his brow. “Did you want something else?”

“Yeah, dummy. You.”

He went still and pointed at his chest. “Me. You wantmeto be your bi experiment?”

I licked my lips. Did I want that?

Fuck, yes.

“Yes, you,” I choked out.

“You want me,” he repeated. “Are you sure about that?”

Uh…

“Yes,” I bluffed. “What do you want in exchange?”

“You know what I want. A town escort. I need to be seen with you in public. You can introduce me as your buddy from Denver or something like that.”

“And in private…what do I get?”

He regarded me intently as if seriously mulling over my proposal. Gay sex ed for faux friendship. “It’s not a good idea.”

“No, it’s not,” I admitted.

“Okay, good. Forget about it.”

“Yeah, and you’re too old for me anyway. You said so yourself,” I added hastily, smirking at his indignant scowl.

“I’m surprised you remember that,” Hank huffed. “Age was never really an issue. You were just drunk as a skunk that night and?—”

“And you were a gentleman.”

“Was I?”

Neither of us moved. We stared at each other, awareness buzzing like static electricity between us. I willed him to break the silence, but I opened my mouth first and all kinds of embarrassing things just…fell out.

“I don’t know, but I trust you,” I said quietly. “This might be my only chance to ever…”

“Be with a man,” Hank finished.

“Yeah, so…what do you think?”

When he opened his mouth again, I knew this was a done deal.

“You’re on.”