“You’re asking me for helpin seducing a man?” David asked.
Jeremy frowned at hisreflection in the mirror. This whole thing was pathetic. He oughtto be too ashamed to go through with it. “You’re straight. He’sstraight-ish. What would make you want to be with aman?”
David batted his lashes.“Honey, if you didn’t, nothing would.”
Jeremy huffed. “I nevertried to—”
“I know you never tried toturn me, but if all the time I’ve spent with you hasn’t made me theleast bit curious…”
“I’m not yourtype.”
David slid his gaze up anddown Jeremy’s body. “Nope, not nearly curvy enough.”
They both laughed, thenDavid said, “You told me he wasn’t straight.”
“He’s not, but… I don’tknow. This is crazy, isn’t it?”
David didn’t answerJeremy’s question. “Go return his stuff. If nothing happens, callme and we’ll do eighties night to take your mind offit.”
“No, I’ll just come backhere and—”
“Wallow in pity? Nope. Callme. I’m serious.”
“All right.”
David held out his hand fora fist bump and Jeremy obliged him. “Go get ‘em tiger.”
Jeremy rolled his eyes.“I’m getting out of here.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Connorlooked through the peephole in his apartment door. Jeremy. Shit. Hecouldn’t open the door.
Are you really going topretend you’re not home?
Um….
Are you afraid of a poet?You’re a Marine.
I’m afraid of losingmyself.
By being who youare?
No. Jeremy’s not likeother men.
True.
Jeremy knockedagain.
Open the damndoor.
Connor stood there, hand onthe knob, paralyzed. Something thunked against the wood. When helooked through the peephole again, he saw Jeremy walking away.Jesus Christ, he wore skintight black jeans and boots that weredoing something strange to Connor. Was Jeremy going out? Dressedlike that, he must be. Was he planning on getting laid?
Connor imagined Jeremylying on his back, another man above him. Hell no. He wrenched the dooropen, shoving aside the bag of cleaning supplies that Jeremymust’ve tossed on the mat. “Jeremy!”
Jeremy hesitated beforeturning to face him. “Yes?”
“You got planstonight?”