Chapter 2: The Vegas Club
Burt kissed Drew on the forehead, making Drew conscious of how sweaty they both were. “That was a hot number, little man,” Burt said. “Maybe better than that Parker Stevenson at the Tuscany. I hope the cameras caught it all this time.”
Drew never liked discussing the hidden cameras. Why didn’t Burt ever consider the trouble they could cause? “I’m glad you had fun. But when they’re rough, you need to prove you’re rougher and—”
“And that’s what was so hot about it!”
“Hand me my pants, Burt?”
“Nah, little man. I want you to stay naked. I might want it again.”
“My stomach’s hurting, though.”
“What? Are you sick?” Burt asked.
“Nah, I have a sensitive tummy.”
Burt poked Drew softly in the stomach. “My poor baby,” he said. Drew figured Burt should have known by
