CHAPTER 10
HECTOR
Hector stared at the guy with his ass perched on his desk, and contemplated his life. How the f**k had he ended up in the position of having to ask Tommie Green for a favor?
Tommie’s fingers drummed against Hector’s desk. “Let me get this straight. You want to go shopping with me? What, just because I’m gay, you assume I have great taste in clothing?”
“No, you little s**t. I assume that because every time you have one of your girls’ nights, Jazzy can’t stop gushing about your style. Now, are you gonna help me out or not?” If he hadn’t been determined to not f**k up his first date with Mary, he would’ve left, leaving skid marks.
“Ah.” Tommie’s hand raked through his mohawk. “You know, I really wish they’d stop calling it girls’ night, since I’m obviously not a girl. I
