Chapter 20
Scooter had just gotten off the phone with Southern Sunshine, a webzine that wanted to do a feature on Dockside, and was headed into the kitchen to grab some lunch when Christian Sharpe put a large, warm hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him back into his own office. Sharpe locked the door behind them.
“Before you start,” Chris said, voice low and husky. Seductive. “You want to hear me out.”
“Can’t imagine anythin’ you want to say that I need to listen to,” Scooter said, heart already going a mile a minute. What the hell even, why couldn’t Chris just leave him alone? What was he even doing here? Scooter had never seen Chris in Sandbridge outside of the Memorial Day week. He had a big house up in West Side Richmond.
Chris was too close. Scooter took a step back. His
