“I want to come with you to New York just to meet the gay posse. They sound like an absolute riot!”
They are. Around three in the morning, stamina flagging, I slip out of the club. I am ready to surrender myself to sleep while the queens surrender themselves to Rihanna. I have to get some sleep before Emilio shows up. He is scheduled to come by around six a.m. and I promised to make him breakfast before heading off to the airport.
“Where are you going, gorgeous?” Someone has his hand on my arm. I look up and see a beautiful black man with chiseled cheekbones and fine lips, dressed in a smart dark suit.
Hello hotness, I think, smiling. Had he been with me, Javier would no doubt have encouraged me to flirt on. “I have to go home, sorry!”
“But the night’s still young!”
“But I have to pic
