Chapter 20
A Muay Thai display was, Beau reflected, kinda like an all-you-can-eat buffet that you couldn’t actually afford. There wasn’t a single fighter, not one, who came up to the ring, who wasn’t cut from freaking wood. Which was not doing Beau’s lack-of-s*x-life any good. He was sporting about half a b***r at any given moment, watching sweat-slicked bodies moving in easy, fierce rhythm. Even the bad fighters were like miniature gods; all glistening muscles and sleek, flat bellies.
And so fast; Beau had never seen anyone move like that, and he’d done several years of various martial arts training. For the time being, he’d forgotten his discomfort with Mee Noi, forgotten the sick feeling in his belly every time he walked through the office. Gossip got around; Mr. Collins probably hadn
