“The money’s good. And I got no beef with gay guys. Truth is, I do parties like this all the time. Half—maybe more—of my business comes from gay clientele.” He shrugged. “Why should I care where a guy likes to put his d**k?”
My response to that would have been, “Or where they’d like you to put yours,” but I thought that might have been out of line so I stayed quiet and let him continue.
“Anyway, I probably have more fun at these parties than I do at the straight ones. You guys are generally a little more relaxed.” He gave a pointed stare at the crowd, and I nodded.
“But come on, you must get hit on all the time.”
He gave me that smile again that nearly took my breath away. I wanted to cry out, “Are you sure you’re straight? I mean, absolutely one hundred percent positive?” but again I
