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Three and a half months didn’t seem like longenough to claim any kind of serious track record.

Gabe nodded, knocking on thedoor. “Youdecent, babe?”

“Never,” came the muffledreply.

Gabe pushed the door open.

All I could see for a fewlong seconds was a perfect ass in a pair of pink lace panties.

I shouldn’t have beenstaring. I shouldnothave been staring, but I couldn’t tear my eyesaway.

“Told you,” Gabe said. “Greatass.”

Shit.

Shit.

This was Ashley. My client.

I was staring at his ass.

“Dammit, Gabe,” Ashley said,pulling his jeans up and turning around as he fought with the zipper. “I’m sosorry,” he added without looking up at me.

“Uh. No need to apologize,”I said. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

That wasn’t strictly true.I’d never seen a man’s ass in a pair of lace panties before.

Telling Ashley that didn’t seem like it’daccomplish much, though.

Not my usual client. Not myusual client atall.

But Gray knew I could handlestuff like this, right? I’d showered with him for yearswhilehe made jokesabout my ass. Ashley being gay wasn’t a big deal to me.

Ashley being half-dressedwas a surprise, but not one I couldn’t get over, and not one Gray could’vepredicted.

So what wasactuallyweird about this client?

“Can we do introductionswhile we walk? I’m gonna be late for an appointment.”

“Uh, sure,” I said, watchinghim bend over to grab a backpack.

Not watching him bend over.Notlooking at his ass.

Just… looking in his generaldirection, while he bent over, with no special attention paid to the high,tight, perfectly-rounded ass perched at the top of long legs his skinny jeanswere clinging to.

I was secure enough to admitthat it was aniceass. If it’d been on a girl…

Nope. No. Not following thattrain of thought, not when I was supposed to be working. Whatever was going on,Ashley needed my help.

“Take care of him,” Gabesaid, walking back down the hall. “If you don’t, you’ll have three angry dragqueens to deal with.”

I believed that, and Ibelieved that despite years of training, I wasn’t prepared for it.

This was going to be onehell of a job.

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ASHLEY