Drew threw a chip at him. “He’s not big; he’s healthy.” He prodded Jordan with his foot, wanting to hear his story about the other lawyer. “Now finish telling me why this guy has that rep.”
Jordan rubbed his thighs with his hands, then cracked his knuckles. “Uh, yeah, you could say I kind of know him.”
“Sounds like a story. Spill it,” Drew ordered.
Jordan grimaced. “Before I met Keith, while I was a resident, I had to give a deposition on a malpractice case. Davis was the attorney on the other side. He was good-looking.” Jordan’s pale blue eyes glinted. “I was interested at first, but something about him rubbed me the wrong way, so when he asked me out, I turned him down.”
“Oh man, that must’ve pissed him off.” Drew chuckled and helped himself to another slice of pizza. “He seems pretty full of himself. Kind of arrogant and cocky.”
“Ahh, you could say that.” Jordan picked at the label of his beer bottle. “He’s wickedly sharp and never takes no for an answer. It makes for a good lawyer, I guess, but not what I was looking for in a lover.”
“So what was the problem, then?” Mike questioned. “You said no and that was that, right?”
Jordan shifted in his seat, and Drew became even more intrigued. One thing about Jordan, he never let anyone get the better of him.
“Uh, not quite. Later that night I went out to a club with some of the other residents, and Davis was there as well. He insisted on buying me a drink, and I refused, which pissed him off even more.”
“Christ, did he stalk you?” Drew hitched his chair closer to Jordan. “He sounds like a predator.”
Jordan shrugged. “Somehow he got my number, and he’d call me every few days, asking me out. He’d show up where I was and ask me out. I knew some of the guys he did go out with during that time, and all he did was screw their brains out and leave.” He took a deep swallow of his beer. “He never called them for another date or even stayed the night with them. You know that’s not my scene.”
Pushing Domino away with his foot, Drew took another slice of pizza. Perhaps he did need to cut down on slipping the cat extra food. “Maybe he’s calmed down since then. He seemed pretty quiet today at the meeting.”
Jordan snorted into his beer bottle. “Doubtful. About four years ago I caught him getting a blowjob from one of the panelists at some dinner function we were both attending. I’d forgotten my jacket in the banquet room and went back inside. There was Asher Davis, up against the wall, pants down at his knees, having his dick sucked by the chief of neurology of one the finest hospitals in the Midwest.” He chuckled. “Guys must’ve thought they’d be hidden by the tall, potted plants, but that’s not something one can hide, know what I mean?”
Holy crap. Mike groaned, but Drew was interested in the rest of the story. “What happened? Did he see you? He must’ve been a little embarrassed.” To think he used to be too shy to even kiss a girl in public, and this guy. Wow. A sudden image popped up in his mind of the man he saw today, his head flung back in the throes of an orgasm. He rubbed his eyes hard, willing that picture out of his head.
“Not at all. He stared me straight in the eyes and grinned.” Disgusted with the final of the game, Jordan changed to the Mets game, where the score showed they were also losing. “If I remember, I think he even winked at me.”
Drew couldn’t stop himself from asking the next question. “Jesus, Jordy, did you really stand there and watch?” Mike looked at both of them, his mouth open in amazement.
At least Jordan had the grace to look a little embarrassed. “Yeah, I’ll admit, I did for a few minutes.” He shrugged, a defensive tone creeping into his voice. “Hey, it was hot; what can I say? I was younger and hadn’t met Keith yet. But that’s Davis’s rep. From what I’ve heard about him, he came out of nowhere as a scholarship student, and Jacob Frank took him in and made him who he is. Even left him the partnership in his law firm in his will when he died. The guy’s smart as a whip and hard as nails in the courtroom, but a complete asshole in his personal life.” He reached over and grabbed the last piece of meatball hero. “He’s drop-dead gorgeous but only after as much cock as he can get. There’s never been a steady partner I’ve seen him with at any function. As far as I know, he lives and breathes his work.”
Mike laughed. “Except when he has some random guy sucking his dick.”
They all laughed. Drew loved his friends. There was never any holding back or nervousness about saying the wrong thing in front of one another. They’d known each other so long nothing could ever come between them.
His cell phone buzzed. Scrolling to read the message, he chuckled.
“Well, speaking of the proverbial devil, it’s Mr. Asher Davis. He wants to meet tomorrow evening to discuss the clinic and the role I see for him.” It took a minute of silence before he looked up from his phone’s screen to see two sets of worried eyes trained on him. “What’s with the looks?”
Mike looked to Jordan, and Drew’s eyes narrowed. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Uh, look, D, don’t take this the wrong way, but you just broke up with Jackie, and you’re kind of vulnerable now.” Jordan played with Domino’s tail, which flicked back and forth between him and Mike. “In my opinion, Asher Davis hasn’t changed. When he decides he wants something, he stops at nothing until he gets it. Then once he uses it, he’s done.”
Drew sat with his mouth open. This was too fucking crazy. “Are you trying to tell me Davis would hit on me? Like, he’d want to screw me?” Sputtering, he waited for his friends to correct him and tell him how wrong he was.
They didn’t.
“You’re insane. First of all, I’m not gay. Second of all, I don’t sleep with men, and third of all, what the fuck?” Were these guys actually serious? Him and a man? “Why would you even think that was an option?”
“Let’s face it, you aren’t me. I’m stronger than you are. The man is a relentless pursuer when he wants something. And if he thinks he’s got you for even the briefest second, he’ll pounce.” Jordan turned off the game and tossed the remote. All the laughter fled from his voice. “I don’t want you in his crosshairs.”
Once again, like he’d done all his life, Jordan was trying to protect him. “Jordan, you’re making no fucking sense. You’re the one who always says you can’t make someone gay, that they’re born to it. So how can meeting with him make me vulnerable if I don’t have those feelings?”
Drew faced his friend and saw actual fear in Jordan’s eyes. “Because, D, and don’t get mad at me, for a few seconds earlier when we were talking about him getting the blowjob, you got a look on your face, like, I don’t know.” Drew froze as he continued to listen. “It looked like you were imagining what it might be like.”
His face flamed, and denial sprang to his lips. “Come on, you guys, that’s ridiculous. Peter Dent is my friend and his as well. He’s also going to be there, so there’s nothing for you to worry about.” Silence reigned for a few moments.
