“You expect me to work on my night off?” Kenji asked with a grin.
The corners of Qylar’s mouth curled up. He really was a handsome fucking man. Even more so when he smiled and that dimple popped out.
“I’ll just take a beer,” Kenji said, almost breathless.
Qylar drew out two bottles. After popping off the tops, he strolled closer and handed one to Kenji.
“Cheers,” Qylar murmured.
Kenji tapped the neck of his bottle against Qylar’s before taking a long drink.
“What is it you do to afford a place like this?” Kenji asked, leaning against the island.
“This and that.”
“This and that?” Kenji repeated. “Are you purposely trying to sound mysterious because it’s boring—or are you really as glamorous as you seem?” Before Qylar could answer, he asked, “Are you a spy?”
“Be careful,” Qylar said, his seductive smile sending sparks of pleasure up Kenji’s spine. “I don’t need you to blow my cover before I get what I’m looking for.”
Kenji slowly crossed to the television—or rather the built-in around it that housed more interesting pieces. One in particular had called to him. He picked up an odd globe with swirling colored lights lazily swimming amid what looked like water. They made little coils, leaving a trail of light behind them before traveling in a straight line. There was no rhyme or reason to the motion. It all looked arbitrary. There had to be a method to the madness, though he couldn’t see a track or pattern. He’d never seen anything like it and struggled to look away. “Whatever you do, it looks like you’ve traveled around the globe and then some.”
“I’ve done my fair amount of wandering.”
Kenji lowered the globe and picked up a photo of Qylar and a handsome guy with Mount Fuji as the background. “I guess this is where you picked up that Japanese?”
“It was. I don’t speak a lot, but enough to get around,” Qylar said.
Kenji eyed the photo. The other man looked a lot like Qylar, big and well-built, only with a lot more gray in his hair. He’d assume a relative, but he’d known too many lookalike gay couples in his lifetime to make that mistake. “The guy’s hot. An ex?”
Qylar chuckled. “My best friend Cryss. You could even say he’s my boss.”
“Another spy, hmm?” Kenji lowered the frame. He scanned the other shelves, filled with treasures of a life well lived.
Qylar was so far out of his league, it was almost comical, but for one night, he’d been the chosen one. There was no way a man like that would be interested in something more with a skinny, aging twink who’d never seen anywhere outside San Francisco and rented a bedroom in a shitty apartment in a shitty part of town. Why bother trying to learn any more than he already had? He already really liked what he saw. If he found out more that intrigued him, it would only make it sadder when he had to leave.
It was just as Qylar had said in the truck.
They’d both ended up in the same bar in the same city on the same night with the same desire. Once that desire was sated, the similarities ended.
One night of fun.
He’d made it farther than his courage would usually allow. He wasn’t leaving without getting his prize.
Kenji turned to face Qylar. Their gazes met. An aching need burned in the man’s gaze. It might as well have reached out and stroked his cock as strong as it hit Kenji. A tremor rose up hisspine, goose bumps dotting his arms and chest. The closest he’d come to feeling Qylar’s hands on him had been a kiss and a fingertip trailing up his arm.
He needed a whole lot more.
If he only had a limited time offer, he might as well overindulge. He would worry about being sore tomorrow.
“Something like that,” Qylar replied.
“What?”Kenji asked, frowning.
“You asked…” Qylar grinned, pausing a moment to show off his neat, white teeth again. All Kenji could think about were those teeth leaving marks all over his body before he left. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter now.”
Kenji took a step forward, and something under his foot shrieked loudly. He jumped back and saw red fur lying on the floor. Leaning over, he picked up a stuffed animal and noticed a small crate at the end of the sectional filled with toys. “You have kids?”
“A niece and a nephew who live next door,” Qylar replied. “They’re here a lot.”
