I want him.
The air thickens. My pulse kicks. It’s suddenly harder to breathe.
He reaches for his glass of bourbon.
I reach for my throbbing dick, pressing down to relieve some pressure. I don’t even try hiding it.
“Alex…” he groans into his glass.
Jesus.
Say my name again.
“Alex…”
Fuuuck.
I pick up my glass and it’s empty, but I hold on to it anyway.
“Mm-hmm?”
“Would you like to come home with me?”
And there it is.
The million-dollar question.
Would I?
Would I?
Oh, who am I kidding? Iso fucking would.
Even though I’m not gay…
Right?
My hand trembles slightly as I set the empty glass down, heart pounding louder than I’d like to admit. I look straight into those ridiculously dark eyes.
And for once, I don’t look away.
Yeah.
I definitely could be gay.
“Yes, Elijah. I’ll go home with you.”
2
ALEX
My leg bouncesas we pull up to Elijah’s home, not surprisingly located on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. This posh neighborhood oozes wealth, and I can’t help but marvel at my surroundings as his high-performance luxury SUV swiftly enters an underground garage and slips into a private, walled-off parking space.
Excitement cruises through my body as we step into the elevator and climb thirty-five floors,yep, straight to the penthouse.When the elevator doors open, we enter directly into his expansive entryway.
And I’m in awe.
Financially, I do really well for myself—verywell, actually—but this? This is a whole other level of wealth.
