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It took a long while of tossing and turning before he managed to fall asleep. In his dream, a ridiculously muscled naked guy with a dark spray tan on his completely hairless body chased Micah around a huge seafood restaurant, wiggling his hips suggestively and calling out things like “Let’s swap some spit,” and “Come sit in my lap, darling; I’ll make it real good for you.” Micah woke up sweaty and breathless. He had no idea a dream featuring a big, hard penis could be this terrifying.
    Honestly, this was stupid, he decided ten minutes later as he stood in the shower, steady streams of hot water massaging the tension out of his muscles. It shouldn’t be such a big deal. So he didn’t have much experience with dating, and this whole fantasy date extravaganza was a big mistake. But if he was in, he could at least try to enjoy what he’d paid for instead of assuming it was going to be terrible. If it was, fine. He could survive it. He’d survived a lot of crappy experiences and lived to tell the tale. And it could still turn out to be nice. At the very least, he could try to get some fun out of it.
    New determination straightening his back, Micah went to dig through his closet in search of something suitable to wear in the evening. It was supposed to be a warm day, so with no idea where they would be going, he settled for fitted black pants and a cornflower blue button up that matched the color of his eyes. He supposed he could text Angel to ask about the dress code for the establishment, but he didn’t really want to, afraid that contacting the escort might shatter his newfound confidence. He could always add a tie at the last minute, if necessary. With the outfit pressed and hung on the closet door, Micah drove to work, whistling.
    After he stopped freaking out, the day turned out to be a lot more productive than he’d anticipated. Micah managed to wrap up the editing he’d failed to finish over the weekend, met with a prospective client from a large insurance company and initiated the second round of simulated social engineering attacks for the bank where he’d lectured a few weeks ago to check whether the employees were using the techniques and rules they’d been taught.
    He left the office at six sharp, feeling more excited than nervous, and even remembered to give the escort’s name to the security staff in his apartment building so that he would be let in when he arrived. Showered and dressed with time to spare, Micah looked through his chat with Angel one more time. Maybe he was reading too much into it, but the man seemed thoughtful at least. That was promising.
    Here’s hoping . His doorbell rang just on time and he stepped to the door to meet his fantasy boyfriend.

Chapter 4
    The first thing Micah saw were the flowers: a big bouquet of deep purple irises, interspersed with pink tulips. Then there were dimples and bright amber eyes alight with a smile. Micah stared until the man took a step closer and kissed him on the cheek, surrounding him with a warm, spicy scent.
    “Hi, I’m Angel,” he said in a pleasantly low voice and handed Micah the bouquet. “And these are for you.”
    “Hi,” Micah replied. It came out breathless. “They’re lovely, thank you. Come on in, I’ll put them in water.”
    Angel smiled warmly. “Lovely flowers for a beautiful man. That seems fitting.”
    Micah couldn’t help but respond with a smile, feeling himself blush.
    “I’ll just—” He gestured toward the kitchen. Angel came in and closed the door behind himself.
    “Of course. I’ll wait.”
    Digging through the cupboards for the vase he knew he had somewhere, Micah took deep calming breaths to compose himself. Yes, the man was stunning—tall and blond and with a beautiful smile that reached all the way to his eyes—but that was no reason to react like an awestruck teenager. It was the bouquet that undid him, though.
    All his life, ever since he’d started thinking about dating other boys, flowers