The Virgin Master by Jordan Brewer Page A

other.”
     
    Jeremy ducked his head, and Evan handed him the scrubs and turned his back letting Jeremy slip into the clothing. He couldn’t help but see in the reflective surface of the stainless steel cabinets and glass cabinet doors. He had already had a glimpse of Jeremy’s body at the auction house .
     
    But only a fleeting glance since Evan had ended up concentrating on his face, and the window had been blacked out almost immediately. Jeremy moved slowly, still under the influence of valium and versed. Evan tried not to look, but Jeremy’s body riveted his attention with its perfection. The slightly blurry reflection still showed deeply cut and chiseled flesh. Since all of Jeremy’s concentration focused on getting into the scrubs without falling over, Evan let himself look. The sheer size of Jeremy’s penis, even flaccid, stopped his breath. The man was perfect. If Evan had been looking for a pleasure slave, he couldn’t possibly have done any better.
     
    Guilt swamped his burgeoning arousal like a gallon of water putting out a match. Rationally, Evan knew that feeling attraction to Jeremy could not be construed as cheating on Justin. Emotionally, he felt dirty and ashamed. Even though he knew that Justin wouldn’t want him to live out his life alone, Evan felt that he would be dishonoring Justin’s memory and betraying their love if he ever felt something for someone else. Unhealthy and wrong, he knew. But it felt worse to even imagine being with someone else. Jeremy was probably straight, anyway.
     
    At least he hoped so. Evan had gotten mixed signals from   Jeremy back at Stanford. He thought that Jeremy occasionally looked at him with some heat, but Evan had watched him, first with his fiancée and then with various girlfriends on enough occasions to be nearly sure that he had been mistaken. At any rate, it would be totally wrong to even think about taking advantage of this situation.
     
    He remembered, with even more sharp-edged guilt, that he had felt attracted to Jeremy when he first met him. What he had with Justin was too precious to jeopardize with random flirtation, so he had acknowledged to himself that Jeremy was highly attractive and let it go. Now, legally, he could force Jeremy to do literally anything he wanted . A little frisson tingled at the base of his spine and his cock twitched with that thought. What the hell! Why would that turn me on? Maybe I do need therapy. I’m absolutely not that guy. Disturbed by the maelstrom of conflicting thoughts and feelings, he struggled to get his face under control before he turned to help Jeremy finish fighting into his shirt.
     
         Jeremy still grinned at him, drunkenly , and Evan couldn’t   help smiling back. A nurse came in with a wheel chair and Evan helped Jeremy sit in it and pushed it himself out the back door into the parking lot. The nurse frowned and checked to be sure they were unobserved. Evan wondered how many laws and social customs he had already violated and he had owned Jeremy for less than six hours.
     
                         Chapter Seven
     
                  By the time Evan got Jeremy home, both of them were               exhausted. Evan had driven though an all- night drug store               drive-through window to get Jeremy’s prescription filled, only               to be told that the drugstore didn’t fill prescriptions for slaves.               Evan’s very frayed temper snapped and he stormed inside.               After establishing that no law prohibited the store from filling               the prescription and that they had the antibiotic cream and the anal douche kit in stock, and that they really didn’t want him to call in a complaint to corporate headquarters, Evan left with what Jeremy needed. Evan couldn’t recall ever losing his temper like that before in his life. When he left, the