if they had, but they deserved
hearing the truth from Mac himself.
A few more months… only a few more months…
There was something about night clubs that spoke to Mac.
The music, the lights, the people, and especially the general vibe
of freedom, no matter where the club was located, appealed
to the man he kept on a tight leash. Those folks on the dance
floor were so energetic Mac could literally feel their worries
cease to exist with every complicated dance move they executed.
Everything would be the same once the song was finished, but,
for those four minutes plus, things were all right in their world.
Looking away from the dance floor he finished his drink and
checked his phone. Again.
There was still time, right? Maybe something came up. Maybe
he was taking care of something before he could call Mac…
And maybe Mac should get over the insane attraction he felt
for the guy.
He put his phone away and watched Chris rapidly approach
the booth they had secured in the VIP section of the club. He
was accompanied by a very blond, very cute, absolute queen of
42 Taylor V. Donovan
a guy that hadn’t been around before, but their friend looked
pissed. Mac thought the guy was Chris’s missing boyfriend, but
then Brax opened his mouth and he realized his mistake.
“No luck?” asked Braxton as soon as the pair took a seat
in the booth. Chris had gone outside to call his boyfriend for
the fifth time that night. He was supposed to meet them at the
restaurant but never showed up. And he hadn’t been answering
his cell phone either.
“I don’t understand. Julian was looking forward to seeing
you again, Bee.” Christian’s tone was a little frustrated, a little
worried, and a whole lot pissed. “He said he hasn’t seen you since
he finished working on your club’s logo, and that was years ago.”
“I know,” Braxton said. “I called him several times, but he
never returned my calls. Guess he’s too busy now that he’s a
famous artist.”
“He should’ve returned your calls no matter what,” Chris
said. “After all, it was you who encouraged him to send a sample
of his work to my gallery in Houston, so he owes you.”
“It’s okay, babe.” Braxton smiled at his friend. “I’m not
worried about that right now.”
“Would you like to go to his place?” Mac suggested. “Make
sure he’s all right?”
“Absolutely not.” Now Chris sounded annoyed. “It’s been
six hours since he called to say he was working on a piece and
running a little late. Six damn hours! I’ve left voice mails and sent
text messages and now I’m done. That jerk’s pulled this before.
He’s always working on some piece or the other and standing me
up. Isn’t he, Gabs?”
“He is.” She agreed. “Julian tends to lose track of time. I’m
sure he’s fine.” She winked at her best friend. “But he’d be sorry
if he knew how fabulous you look tonight and he missed it.”
“You got that right, sister!” Chris said with a huge smile and
Mac had to give it to him. With his dark grey dress pants, iridescent
silver top, and sheer black over shirt he looked spectacular. Add
the shiny blond bangs, the meticulously applied makeup that
six DegRees of Lust 43
brought out the crystal blue of his eyes, and the glossy kissable
lips, and the boy was fucking hot. “Moving on.” Chris put his
delicate hand on his companion’s even more delicate shoulder.
“This is Ryan Lewis. We just met outside, not exactly by accident.”
He flashed a wicked smile. “He wanted to meet you guys.”
Mac hoped he wasn’t the object of the guy’s interest. This was
the flip side of hanging out at a gay club with your friends while
still not out to them; getting hit on by guys that he constantly had
to turn down.
And the blond cutie was eating him up with his eyes. Crap.
Mac shook his hand without making eye contact and offered
his standard barking-at-the-wrong-tree smile. It was polite,
hearing the truth from Mac himself.
A few more months… only a few more months…
There was something about night clubs that spoke to Mac.
The music, the lights, the people, and especially the general vibe
of freedom, no matter where the club was located, appealed
to the man he kept on a tight leash. Those folks on the dance
floor were so energetic Mac could literally feel their worries
cease to exist with every complicated dance move they executed.
Everything would be the same once the song was finished, but,
for those four minutes plus, things were all right in their world.
Looking away from the dance floor he finished his drink and
checked his phone. Again.
There was still time, right? Maybe something came up. Maybe
he was taking care of something before he could call Mac…
And maybe Mac should get over the insane attraction he felt
for the guy.
He put his phone away and watched Chris rapidly approach
the booth they had secured in the VIP section of the club. He
was accompanied by a very blond, very cute, absolute queen of
42 Taylor V. Donovan
a guy that hadn’t been around before, but their friend looked
pissed. Mac thought the guy was Chris’s missing boyfriend, but
then Brax opened his mouth and he realized his mistake.
“No luck?” asked Braxton as soon as the pair took a seat
in the booth. Chris had gone outside to call his boyfriend for
the fifth time that night. He was supposed to meet them at the
restaurant but never showed up. And he hadn’t been answering
his cell phone either.
“I don’t understand. Julian was looking forward to seeing
you again, Bee.” Christian’s tone was a little frustrated, a little
worried, and a whole lot pissed. “He said he hasn’t seen you since
he finished working on your club’s logo, and that was years ago.”
“I know,” Braxton said. “I called him several times, but he
never returned my calls. Guess he’s too busy now that he’s a
famous artist.”
“He should’ve returned your calls no matter what,” Chris
said. “After all, it was you who encouraged him to send a sample
of his work to my gallery in Houston, so he owes you.”
“It’s okay, babe.” Braxton smiled at his friend. “I’m not
worried about that right now.”
“Would you like to go to his place?” Mac suggested. “Make
sure he’s all right?”
“Absolutely not.” Now Chris sounded annoyed. “It’s been
six hours since he called to say he was working on a piece and
running a little late. Six damn hours! I’ve left voice mails and sent
text messages and now I’m done. That jerk’s pulled this before.
He’s always working on some piece or the other and standing me
up. Isn’t he, Gabs?”
“He is.” She agreed. “Julian tends to lose track of time. I’m
sure he’s fine.” She winked at her best friend. “But he’d be sorry
if he knew how fabulous you look tonight and he missed it.”
“You got that right, sister!” Chris said with a huge smile and
Mac had to give it to him. With his dark grey dress pants, iridescent
silver top, and sheer black over shirt he looked spectacular. Add
the shiny blond bangs, the meticulously applied makeup that
six DegRees of Lust 43
brought out the crystal blue of his eyes, and the glossy kissable
lips, and the boy was fucking hot. “Moving on.” Chris put his
delicate hand on his companion’s even more delicate shoulder.
“This is Ryan Lewis. We just met outside, not exactly by accident.”
He flashed a wicked smile. “He wanted to meet you guys.”
Mac hoped he wasn’t the object of the guy’s interest. This was
the flip side of hanging out at a gay club with your friends while
still not out to them; getting hit on by guys that he constantly had
to turn down.
And the blond cutie was eating him up with his eyes. Crap.
Mac shook his hand without making eye contact and offered
his standard barking-at-the-wrong-tree smile. It was polite,
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