Page 46 of Thrill
Tyler had every intention of giving that his best shot. “I’m surprised you’re so quick to judge. Being HR.”
Scott stuck his tongue out.
“You could have taken me or Eddie.”
Tyler rolled onto his front. “No offence. If I had a choice of anyone from Pleasure Seekers to spend the night in a hotel with, it wouldn’t be either of you two.”
Scott cackled. “How is the muscle-bound stud?”
“Coming over tomorrow night. I can’t fucking wait.”
“You’ve got it bad.”
Tyler frowned. “No not like that. It’s just sex. But oh my, what sex it is.”
“I’m on a date with a dancer from that show in town. I wasn’t going to bother sleeping with him. I might ask him to stay now. Give you a bit of competition.”
Tyler laughed. “Believe me, if you’d brought a marching brass band through the lounge, I wouldn’t have given a shit.”
“That good?”
“That good.”
“Fucking hell, I’ve worked with him for four years and he’s not so much as batted an eyelid at me. You jammy bastard.”
Tyler got up onto his knees. “What time is it?”
“Nearly six.”
“Fancy coming bed shopping with me?”
“In a word, no.”
“I’ll buy you dinner.”
“Fine. Only because a specimen as beautiful as Danny Healy should not have to mate on a frigging airbed. That man should be presented regally. I’m thinking Greek columns and swathes of fabric.”
Tyler shook his head. “I’m leaning more towards an metal bed frame. So much more practical.”
Scott clutched his chest. “You are a man after my own heart. Make sure you use fluffy handcuffs. They don’t chip the paint off the metal. Plus they don’t nip at your wrists like the other ones do. There are loads at work. I’ll find you some.”
As he followed Scott out of the flat, Tyler took a moment to appreciate how his life had changed. He felt younger than he had in years.
THIRTEEN
DANNY
Danny had also been counting the hours until Tuesday night. Finally, it arrived. The weather was still warm. Danny has chosen to go full summer sex god. He had naturally tanned skin so he wore a pale pink and white striped shirt with white linen trousers.
To be fair, he usually wore that outfit on holiday. His mother had wolf whistled him as she drove past the bus stop, to his total mortification.
Tyler waited outside the pub. He looked drop-dead gorgeous in denim shorts and a white vest that displayed his toned body to perfection. Danny had a flashback to wrapping his arms around Tyler, claiming every part of him.
Careful, these trousers were not built to hide hard-ons.
“You evil man,” Tyler said.
“What?”
