Come on. You know you’ve been there. At a party or having drinks with friends, you glance across the room and meet a pair of the most gorgeous eyes you’ve ever seen. Your breath rushes out in a whoosh; you lose your train of thought and spill your glass of bubbly from suddenly numb fingers.
You know better. You tell yourself not to do it. But you’re drawn like a magnet to his side. If you’re dancing, you ease your way through the crowd to where he can see you. If he’s at the bar, you stand near him to replace that drink you spilled earlier, hoping he doesn’t notice the stain on your hot pink skirt.
Your brain’s shouting at you to just walk away. You tell it to shut up and give the devilishly attractive man your most dazzling smile. You make small talk, leaning back on the bar so he can get a full view of that luscious figure under your party clothes.
If your very, very lucky, despite the dismay and warnings of your friends, he’ll take you to his place for an incredible, mind-blowing night of passion.
…only to find out in the morning his wife and kids are arriving home that day from vacation.
He can’t help it. Percy is the beautiful blond of every man’s fantasy. Tall with smoldering gray eyes, Percy captures the attention of everyone around him. He can have his pick of lovers, but makes it clear that Nevil is his preferred choice.
Watching them together, Shelton wonders if Nevil will be going home with him after all, or was Nevil only another ‘fatal attraction’ in his life.
Shelton has a gift he’s eager to give to Nevil. At a party, Nevil flirts with one man after another, keeping Shelton on his toes. Then Percy, an ex, shows up to complicate things. Despite his best efforts, Shelton can’t find the right moment to give Nevil his gift. Will Nevil ever let Shelton get close to him, or will Shelton have to keep the gift in his pocket all evening?
Shelton cupped the back of Nevil's head and held him in place as he returned the kiss, exploring Nevil's luscious mouth. He wondered vaguely what man at the party had ignited Nevil, but then didn't care when Nevil caressed his chest and slid his hands to the bulge growing in Shelton's pants.
"Do you want to go home?" Shelton asked hopefully when Nevil let him breathe, remembering the gift in his coat pocket. He wanted to give it to Nevil now and drown in Nevil's prolonged thanks.
"We just got here. Come on. I want to show you off." Nevil slipped an arm around Shelton's waist and urged him toward the kitchen. Conscious of the weight in his trousers, Shelton felt his face tingle with embarrassment when they joined the group at the bar. He gladly took the drink someone shoved into his hands. If Nevil was going to torture him all night, at least Shelton didn't have to take it sober.
Nevil kept Shelton close as they pushed through the crowd in the living room to reach the couches. His heart dropped to his feet as they joined the group and spied Percy sitting in an armchair, looking splendid in jeans and a close-fitting blue sweater.
Percy raised his brows on seeing them. "Look, our lovely Shelton is here. How are you, dear?" he asked, his tone dripping sarcasm. Shelton wanted to smash the smirk off Percy's face as the gray eyes looked him over and dismissed him. A smile of satisfaction touched Percy's full lips. "Is he protection, Nevil?"
"I don't know what you mean, dear," Nevil said coolly and pulled Shelton to a spot on the couch as another couple left. Shelton made small talk with the people around them, all the while catching glimpses of Percy's gaze locked onto him. Nevil leaned back on the couch, driving Shelton to distraction by playing with his curls. He pulled one of them, and Shelton met his gaze, his breath catching at the fire smoldering in the blue-green depths.
Nevil suddenly reached for the empty glass Shelton had been rolling in his hands. "Here, let me get you another drink."
Shelton murmured a protest, but Nevil had already disappeared into the crowd. Turning back to the girl he'd been talking with, Shelton encountered Percy's intent stare and gasped, stunned. No one had hated him so openly before. Jealousy and pain glinted in the wide, gray eyes, and Shelton shivered slightly.
Percy sat on the edge of his chair. "You need to get out from behind that desk and into the sun, darling." He tilted his blond head. "Or are you coming down with something? You're quite dull this evening."
Shelton studied his nails. Percy was currently drowning his sorrows in a college freshman, and Shelton couldn't help getting in a dig at the man's ego. "How's the child? Brandon, isn't it?"
Percy narrowed his eyes, and Shelton braced for the man's next attack, but at that moment, Stewart's wife discovered Shelton on the couch. She immediately took Nevil's spot beside him. "Darling!"
"Hi, Andrea." Shelton patiently moved her hand from his knee, only to lift it from his thigh the next instant.
"You naughty boy. So this is where you've been hiding." Andrea leaned against him, and Shelton could smell the gin on her breath. He scrambled to his feet as the woman brushed his lap with her hands. He wished Andrea would try to seduce another one of her husband's gay friends at the party. Between her and Nevil, his head was reeling.
As if conjured, Nevil appeared at his side, handing Shelton a full glass of something golden. Percy laughed spitefully, and they both glanced at him. "I didn't know Shelton liked girls," Percy drawled, waving a hand at Andrea.
The woman lounged back on the couch as she sipped her martini, her hot gaze traveling from Shelton's shoulders to his dark slacks.
Nevil looked back at Shelton. "Neither did I," he said, interested.
Before Shelton could answer, someone pushed between them. The interloper threw an arm around Nevil's neck and then kissed his cheek.
"Michael!" Nevil grinned at the attractive brunet. "What brings you here?"
"I'm with Sara Gibbs. And who's this gorgeous man?"
Shelton blinked when he realized the stranger meant him.
"This is Shelton," Nevil replied, slipping an arm around Shelton's waist.
"He likes girls," Percy put in nastily and raised his glass as Shelton glowered at him.
"Is that so?" Michael remarked, his tone cheery in contrast. "How nice. Oh, Nevil, that reminds me…" Michael pulled Nevil aside. Shelton watched their animated conversation a moment, curious how Nevil knew the man, then moved across the room to the wall, needing something to lean against as the last drink began to take affect.
Shelton floated, pleasantly dizzy, but he hadn't had enough to drink to numb the stab of jealousy when Nevil leaned over Percy's chair and whispered something in his ear. The man looked into Nevil's face and laughed, a tinge of color in his cheeks.
Seeing them together, Shelton thought of the jewelry box in his coat pocket and wished he'd had the balls earlier to give it to Nevil. He wasn't sure if he'd ever have the nerve. What if Nevil didn't want it? Irritated with himself, he made his way through the crowd to the kitchen, intent on finding the bottle of bourbon he'd seen on the counter earlier.
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