“No offense to your public salaries, but you two combined couldn’t afford me,” Rafael added.
Daniel blinked, staring at the man that had bent him over the foot of a bed the night before, fucking him till he had forgotten his name. “We make pretty good money.”
“My clients are at the top of their professions. Most of them are fortune-five-hundred earners, CEOs, and…oh…a prince.” Rafael offered a smile, displaying his perfect teeth.
His expression remaining tactfully neutral, Daniel could feel the familiar arousal stirring in his gut. Through all this, the seriousness and awkwardness of the situation, somehow the notion that Raf was a high-priced escort…turned him on.
“Well, now that we have that cleared up, let’s move on, shall we?” Jesse looked more uncomfortable by the minute as he tugged on the knot of his designer tie.
“You look much better when you’re smiling, boy.” Rafael dropped his tenor, changing to the voice Daniel imagined he used with clients.
That one word from him filled Daniel’s mind with images—demanding images, feelings, and tastes—of the night before. His arousal stirred even more. It was disconcerting. He’d never had someone affect him like this. The room was hot, as it always was, but his face grew flushed. He had been the top in every other relationship he had been in, but with Rafael, it had been different. He shifted in his place against the wall, crossing one foot over the other to try and disguise his now-apparent hard-on behind the thin slacks he wore.
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