family.”
“I’m very confused by this answer,” I respond with a laugh. “Are your co-workers not friends?”
“Some are, yes, but the ones I’m closest with don’t know.”
“Why’s that?”
“For the reason I told you earlier. I could lose my job if somebody complained.”
I nod even though I want to say more about that, but I’ll hold my tongue for now. “Your family knows?”
He nods and a slight smile touches his lips. “My parents and my brother. They never made a big deal out of it. They just said to make sure whoever I brought home was good to me, so they wouldn’t have to kick any ass.”
We both laugh.
“They sound like good people.”
“They are the best.”
“Boss?” I ask.
“She’s made little comments before, but she’s never outright said anything. Which, if you knew her, you’d know how strange that is. I don’t think she’d care, honestly, but it is her business.”
I have so many questions that I want to ask, but I don’t want to push too far too fast. I’m surprised he’s opened up as much as he has.
“Marc, thank you so much for opening up to me. I know you didn’t have to, and you probably only did because I wouldn’t leave you alone.”
“True,” he says with a grin. “In all honesty, though, it feels good to have somebody to talk to about everything. For whatever reason, you seem like somebody I could trust to keep my secrets as your own.”
I beam at him. “Thank you for trusting me, but I think you should think about opening up to other people, especially your friends. You won’t ever be happy or fully comfortable with yourself if you’re so concerned about others.”
He seems to mull this over before speaking again. “It’s not that I’m concerned with how others feel. I just worry that it will compromise my work, and I don’t want that to happen.”
“Do you think your friends will be surprised? Do you think they’ll even care?” I ask.
“Surprised? Maybe.” He smiles. “I’ve made a career out of spending time and sleeping with women, so the fact that I like men too may be a bit of a shocker.”
“Have you been in a relationship with a man before?” I ask, hoping I didn’t push too far with the questions.
Marc smiles, and I swear his blue eyes twinkle as he looks at me. Reaching out for me, he brings my body in front of him, in between his legs. My back is facing him, and I feel him tug the sheet down, revealing my bare back. His large hands begin massaging my neck and shoulders.
“You’re very curious, aren’t you?” he asks.
“I am. Sorry. You don’t have to answer,” I reply, enjoying the feeling of his strong hands on my tense muscles. “How did you know I needed a massage?”
“I pay attention. Imagine that. A man who pays attentions to the little things,” he says with a chuckle. “You’ve reached up and tried massaging it yourself a couple times. I figured it was bothering you.”
“Oh. Well, thank you.”
“It’s no problem,” he replies.
“So…” I trail off.
He barks out a laugh. “Oh yes, the relationship thing, huh?”
“Mmhhmm.”
“I was in a relationship with a man a few years ago, but it didn’t work out. Obviously.”
“Because you were escorting?”
“No. I actually took a break from escorting at that time.”
“You can do that?”
“Well, I did,” he laughs. “But my boss also says I’m her favorite, so maybe it was favoritism.”
I laugh. “I can totally believe that you would be a favorite. So, once you broke up, you just went back to the business? What about a relationship with a woman?”
“It was about a week after the breakup that I went back, and yes, I’ve been in relationships with women.”
“Do you prefer one over the other?” I ask, hoping that’s not a dumb question.
I hear his deep chuckle from behind me as his hands move lower.
“People always assume that you prefer one more than the other, but that’s not really the case. You like both,
“I’m very confused by this answer,” I respond with a laugh. “Are your co-workers not friends?”
“Some are, yes, but the ones I’m closest with don’t know.”
“Why’s that?”
“For the reason I told you earlier. I could lose my job if somebody complained.”
I nod even though I want to say more about that, but I’ll hold my tongue for now. “Your family knows?”
He nods and a slight smile touches his lips. “My parents and my brother. They never made a big deal out of it. They just said to make sure whoever I brought home was good to me, so they wouldn’t have to kick any ass.”
We both laugh.
“They sound like good people.”
“They are the best.”
“Boss?” I ask.
“She’s made little comments before, but she’s never outright said anything. Which, if you knew her, you’d know how strange that is. I don’t think she’d care, honestly, but it is her business.”
I have so many questions that I want to ask, but I don’t want to push too far too fast. I’m surprised he’s opened up as much as he has.
“Marc, thank you so much for opening up to me. I know you didn’t have to, and you probably only did because I wouldn’t leave you alone.”
“True,” he says with a grin. “In all honesty, though, it feels good to have somebody to talk to about everything. For whatever reason, you seem like somebody I could trust to keep my secrets as your own.”
I beam at him. “Thank you for trusting me, but I think you should think about opening up to other people, especially your friends. You won’t ever be happy or fully comfortable with yourself if you’re so concerned about others.”
He seems to mull this over before speaking again. “It’s not that I’m concerned with how others feel. I just worry that it will compromise my work, and I don’t want that to happen.”
“Do you think your friends will be surprised? Do you think they’ll even care?” I ask.
“Surprised? Maybe.” He smiles. “I’ve made a career out of spending time and sleeping with women, so the fact that I like men too may be a bit of a shocker.”
“Have you been in a relationship with a man before?” I ask, hoping I didn’t push too far with the questions.
Marc smiles, and I swear his blue eyes twinkle as he looks at me. Reaching out for me, he brings my body in front of him, in between his legs. My back is facing him, and I feel him tug the sheet down, revealing my bare back. His large hands begin massaging my neck and shoulders.
“You’re very curious, aren’t you?” he asks.
“I am. Sorry. You don’t have to answer,” I reply, enjoying the feeling of his strong hands on my tense muscles. “How did you know I needed a massage?”
“I pay attention. Imagine that. A man who pays attentions to the little things,” he says with a chuckle. “You’ve reached up and tried massaging it yourself a couple times. I figured it was bothering you.”
“Oh. Well, thank you.”
“It’s no problem,” he replies.
“So…” I trail off.
He barks out a laugh. “Oh yes, the relationship thing, huh?”
“Mmhhmm.”
“I was in a relationship with a man a few years ago, but it didn’t work out. Obviously.”
“Because you were escorting?”
“No. I actually took a break from escorting at that time.”
“You can do that?”
“Well, I did,” he laughs. “But my boss also says I’m her favorite, so maybe it was favoritism.”
I laugh. “I can totally believe that you would be a favorite. So, once you broke up, you just went back to the business? What about a relationship with a woman?”
“It was about a week after the breakup that I went back, and yes, I’ve been in relationships with women.”
“Do you prefer one over the other?” I ask, hoping that’s not a dumb question.
I hear his deep chuckle from behind me as his hands move lower.
“People always assume that you prefer one more than the other, but that’s not really the case. You like both,
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