Trapped
For Steve. Thank you for understanding.
Chapter 1
The lordling’s eyes were miserable again. Sam had been watching him for a while, quite unnoticed, and saw him pace the bedroom, run a hand around the back of his neck, and then pour two glasses of brandy. It was the good brandy, not the cheap s**t they usually served in the club, which indicated just how important his client was. His client. Sam smiled a little. He was gorgeous. Young, probably only a year or two younger than his own four and twenty years, but smaller than he with a slight, elegant yet willowy build. After the first night that he had visited the club he had only ever wanted Sam and Sam had been more than happy to oblige. When the misery faded from those eyes there was something beautifully boyish about him. Charm
