Page 39 of You Are Cordially Invited

He blushed adorably. “Nah.” He glanced back at the door and frowned. “Ya think so?”

I grinned. “Absolutely. The poor guy was practically drooling. You need to come out with us to the G sometime for a dance. Rainbow 101—a masterclass by yours truly.”

He almost choked on his mouthful of water and had to wipe his chin. “Hell no. I can only imagine.”

“Oh, honey, you have no idea.” I ran my gaze over his huge, muscled chest. Locks were some of the biggest built athletes on the planet. “They’re gonna eat you alive, baby. You’re gonna need someone to have your back till you get the hang of it.”

“But I’m not out,” he hissed.

“The perfect excuse to keep the tigers at bay. Come along as a friend and you can watch and learn without being mauled... much.”

“You make it sound so inviting.” His brow creased as he thought about it. “I don’t know. Do you really think they’d be interested in someone like me—”

“Yes!” I waggled my brows. “Oh. My. God. You have no idea. I really,reallydo.” I shrugged. “But it’s up to you.”

A spark of interest lit up his expression. “I mean, it’s not like I haven’t doneanythingwith guys, I just—”

“Hey. You do it in your own time. All I’m saying is when you’re ready, let me know. We’ll ride shotgun on your maiden outing, official or not.”

His expression softened. “Thanks. I think maybe I’d like that.”

“You’re welcome. And by the way.” I eyed him speculatively. “You’re way too at ease in this fancy-schmancy place for a guy who looks like sasquatch in the very best way.”

“There’s a good way to look like a hairy giant?”

I bit my lip and eyed him pointedly. “Oh, boo, there isabsolutelya good way to look like that, and you totally rock it. You’re a huge freckled grizzly bear, sweetheart, in the very, very best way.”

He snorted. “I’m not sure I believe you, but yes, I might have visited a place like this once or twice. I like the hot oil head massages.”

I snorted and stared at him with newfound appreciation. “Look at you. Who’d have guessed a budding metrosexual lay hidden under all that hairy mmmm. We’ll make a queen out of you yet.”

His eyes bugged.

“Next up.” Sandy sauntered into the room in his swimming briefs looking decidedly sleek and shiny after a full-body wax.

“Very nice work,” I commented, running an eye over him as he sank into the water with groaning approval. “Bronwyn, I take it?”

He nodded.

“The woman’s a magician, albeit with a slightly sadistic bent. Reuben, I believe you’re next on the list.” I schooled my expression as best I could.

His head spun like a top. “What the hell do you mean, I’m next?” His eyes glittered dangerously, and my cock perked up. Man, I really, really needed to getthatlook on tap.

I waved a hand at him. “Come on. We’re all getting it done. You know, all for one and one for all.”

“No, I do not fucking know,” he spluttered, his gaze sweeping the other men who deserved a fucking gold medal for their collective composure. “Did you know about this?” Reuben eyeballed Mac.

“Of course I did.” Mac’s mouth turned up in a Cheshire grin. “I’ve been dying to give it a go on my... you know.”

Reuben blanched. “Your what?”

Mac pointed down his front. “My balls.”

Reuben’s gaze dipped to the bubbling water in front of Mac, and he swallowed hard. “Your balls—Jesus.” His voice cracked and his frantic gaze landed back on me. “If you think I’m setting one foot in that room, you’ve lost your damn mind.” He crossed his arms over his chest, which looked all kinds of ridiculous considering he was sitting up to his armpits in water.

“Aw, you scared, baby?” I asked, knowing the reaction I’d get, and I wasn’t disappointed.

He glowered. “Yes, I fucking am. You know very well I hate pain. And I’ll be roasted alive in the locker room if I go in looking like...” He waved an arm Sandy’s way. “No offence, Sandy.”

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