"Do you need any help?"
"No, I think I have it. You just get under the covers."
I eagerly climbed under the thick blue comforter and then watched as Andrew sat up and undressed down to his boxer briefs. It was quite the show. I'd always thought that Andrew had a very handsome face, but the rest of his body was a true masterpiece.
Lots of tanned muscles covered by a thick pelt of sandy-colored hair over his chest and then narrowing down to the edge of his boxers. He actually had more hair on his body than any man I'd ever been with before.
That could be interesting.
"You sure don't look like an ambulance chaser."
Andrew chuckled again as he climbed under the comforter with me. "What do ambulance chasers look like?"
"Not like you."
"Yeah, well, you don't look much like what I imagined a stripper would look like."
I frowned. "What does a stripper look like?"
"Donny."
Okay, that part was true. Donny didn't stand an inch over five foot five and had a delicate bone structure that often made me worry he'd break something lifting a glass. He also had just enough shyness to be intriguing to most men, and maybe a few women.
"One of these days, someone is going to get their hooks into Donny," I said. "I just pray it's someone nice and not an asshole like Brasov. It could destroy him."
"I was concerned with how much he was drinking when we were in the VIP section. He was pretty plastered."
"Brasov encourages us to drink so the patrons will buy us drinks and spend more money, but I think Donny drinks so much because he hates stripping his clothes off and flirting with the clientele."
"Then why does he do it?"
I'd often wondered that myself.
"I think he either doesn't have any other skills or Brasov has something on him. It's clear to anyone looking that he doesn't belong in a place like that, but he won't leave."
"Maybe we can help him find something else to do. We're already going to be looking for another job for Cam and Clark. We can look for Donny at the same time."
"I don't think he has any skills." I'd already said that, but I wanted to be sure Andrew understood that.
"It doesn't take any skills to push a mail cart around."
True.
"Close your eyes, Dalton."
I smiled as I closed my eyes. A moment later, they snapped back open when Andrew grabbed me and pulled me over closer to the middle of the mattress. "What are you doing?"
"Getting comfortable. Now, close your eyes."
I closed my eyes again, a little slower this time. When Andrew's hand gently pressed on the back of my head, I laid my head down on his chest and rested my hand there.
"This is nice."
"Yes, it's been a long time since I've slept with someone.”
"But you were married."
"Madeline and I stopped sleeping together two years into our marriage. It was another three years before the divorce was final, and that was six months ago."
