The next day’s headlines flashed in Gary’s eyes. He could see it now, and ironically, Drake wouldn’t be the one who had written them. No, some other reporter, one tipped off by a member of the public or one who happened to be scoping the nightclub even now, would. Of course, Drake would hide behind that whole ‘on assignment’ thing, maybe drag out a few ex-girlfriends to squeal over his masculinity, but some out there would always wonder whether anything had happened between him and Drake.
What a joke that would be.
Yeah: real hilarious. The expression on Drake’s face made Gary want to f**k with his head, if not his body. That and the luscious sensation of having Drake tucked up close. Damn if he hadn’t almost come in his underwear right then. He’d hoped the lust would fade. Drake was a p
