Chapter 9I went home, had a quick shower, put on khakis—it was a mild day for the season—and an oxford shirt. I wore a windbreaker over it. As I drove to Chave’s condo, I examined yet again my ambivalent feelings about him. After initially disliking him, I’d come to change my mind. Chave was handsome, sexy, generous, and charming. But the night I’d spent at his place, the night we’d had s*x, he’d seemed pretty controlling. I mean I love to bottom, but I don’t particularly like feeling dominated. Maybe it’s because I’m not a very big guy that I tend to bristle when somebody gets too macho with me.
Besides, if Chave really was the one who’d been sending me the anonymous gifts, I didn’t like that either, didn’t like the mind games that went along with it.
His smile when I arrived was, as us
