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shooting off gay vibes, Patrick didn’t want to get his hopes up only to have them dashed. A guy could only deal with so much disappointment

in one day.
    “Is that your way of asking me if I’m gay?
    Because if it is, then I need to really work on my game. I don’t go around buying fancy coffee for just anybody.”
    Maybe it was Vance’s playful banter, or perhaps it was the pill, but Patrick found himself giving back a flirtatious smile. “Well, then, lucky me. I’ve been feeling pretty lonely these days.”
    The corner of Vance’s mouth kicked up into a smile. “Really? A cute, pretty thing like you?”
    Usually Patrick loathed being called pretty or cute, but coming from Vance’s lips, those words sent a warm rush through Patrick’s cock. “Now I think you’re just playing with me. I know that I’m too skinny and too pale.”
    “Both of which happen to turn me on,” Vance replied in that smooth voice of his. “If you let me take you away with me, I’ll spend all night proving it to you.”
    Common sense finally broke through the moment and Patrick withdrew a bit. “I don’t know…I usually don’t go home with guys I just met.”
    He winced, hoping that Vance didn’t take offense, but the other man just gave him a knowing look. “I understand. I could be a serial killer or something.”
    “You seem nice enough,” Patrick rushed out in

hopes of not completely blowing things.
    Vance held out an expensive looking cell phone. “How about this, you call a friend and tell them that you’re going with me to the Hilton. That way, not only will we be on neutral turf, but you will have somebody to call for help if I turn out to be evil.”
    Giving a small laugh, Patrick reached out for the phone. Just as his fingers were touching the device, he hesitated. Things were going so fast.
    He’d never had a hook-up in his life, let alone one with a person he’d known less than an hour.
    It would be reckless…irresponsible…impulsive.
    All of which was the exact opposite of what Patrick always did. Hell, he was such a Boy Scout that he never jaywalked, tore the tags off his mattresses or downloaded pirated movies. For him to go off with a stranger to fuck the night away was something that he would never even think of considering.
    Then he met Vance’s gaze and Patrick made up his mind. Just for once, he wanted to throw all of his responsibilities to the side and just feel. To get lost in the moment and let everything be about his pleasure. To put himself first and consequences be damned.
    Taking the phone, he began to dial Ronnie’s number.

Chapter Four
    onnie’s response over the phone had made R Patrick laugh. His friend’s enthusiasm for Patrick’s one-night, or maybe it was a one-day stand, had lifted Patrick’s spirits. He hadn’t told Ronnie yet that he didn’t get the job. He’d save that for later. Later when he could see his friend face-to-face as they decided what to do about their bills.
    “You okay?” Vance’s concern brushed away the last lingering cobwebs of doubt. If a man worried about Patrick’s moods, it was doubtful he’d turn into a serial killer or any of the things that would deter Patrick from getting laid.
    “Yeah, I’ll be just fine.” Patrick licked his lips, moistening his suddenly dry skin. Vance’s avid attention to Patrick’s tongue made his cock harden in his jeans.
    Vance stepped closer and the nice hotel room faded from Patrick’s mind. It could’ve been the two of them in a grimy motel room instead of the nice one they stood in for all the attention Patrick gave his surroundings.
    Nothing mattered except the gorgeous man staring at Patrick as if he were the sexiest man

alive. Patrick knew his hands were shaking, but nerves had set in. Only the pill he took earlier prevented him from going into a full-fledged panic attack.
    “Hey, easy honey.” Vance took Patrick’s hands in his own and led him to the bed. “Sit.”
    “I-I’m sorry.” Patrick