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to be happy at the news that he d gotten the job he d interviewed for at the Westin resort hotel. The place was gorgeous and elegant. It was also his number one choice on the list of jobs for which he d interviewed without really expecting a good result. But it was the best result he could have hoped for. So why was he feeling no joy? Because Drew wasn t answering his calls, that was why. Nor had he responded to any of the half dozen messages Oliver had left over the course of the afternoon. Oliver stared out over the marina toward Sunset Key. All around him, the daily carnival of the sunset celebration went on. Musicians played, jugglers juggled, and magicians performed for the appreciative crowd. A guy dressed up as living statue posed for pictures with the tourists while a dude in a clown costume and face paint rode a unicycle and whistled Mozart concertos. But none of it brought even the smallest smile to Oliver. He sat alone in the sunset bar, a margarita untouched on the table in front of him. He wished Drew was here to share his good news. But it seemed he d fucked things up royally and now wouldn t even be given the chance to explain. He picked up his drink and took a sip, hardly tasting the tangy sweetness of the alcohol. At the next table a man stood, a copy of the local paper in his hand. From the corner of his eye, Oliver glimpsed the photograph on the front. It was only a glimpse, and he couldn t be sure, so he stood and stepped over the guy who was digging in his wallet for money to pay his tab. Excuse me, could I see your paper for a minute? The guy glanced up. You can have it. Thanks. Oliver took the paper, and sure enough, Faith s beautiful face smiled at him from the front page. And suddenly, Oliver knew what he had to do. It might not work, but he needed to try all the same. * * * Drew pushed aside the curtain and entered the backstage dressing area. The beads swung and clicked behind him, the sound blending with the DJ s dance-mix, the music that accompanied the drag queens exit from the stage. The place was a wreck, the way it always was after a show with dresses and shoes, wigs hats, scarves and jewelry everywhere as if some fashionista s closet had exploded and scattered debris in all directions. He would have company any minute when the other performers finished collecting their tips, but for the moment he was alone. Slinky material whispered and sighed as Drew Slinky material whispered and sighed as Drew shoved a pile of brightly colored dresses to the floor and sank into the chair they had occupied. He groaned as he slid his feet out of the scarlet, peep- toe heels, which, while they might make his legs look amazing, hurt like a mother. He pulled his aching left foot up onto his right thigh and began massaging the instep. He did the same with the other one then, letting his still-aching foot slide to the floor, rose and went to the dressing table to begin removing his makeup. As Drew sat down on the vanity stool and reached for a Kleenex, the beaded curtain parted, and in the mirror, he saw Oliver standing in the doorway. What the hell was he doing here? And where were the bouncers who were supposed to keep the audience members out of the performers area? Drew saw his own surprise, or rather Faith s, reflected in the glass. Her heavily made-up eyes widened, and her scarlet lips formed a silent O. The Kleenex fluttered to the table, and they stared at each other for what might have been a minute or an hour. Excuse me, Oliver said. But can I come in? He knows, was all Drew could think. He freaking knows, and now he s here to bust me. Wait. He cut the thought off. Just chill a minute. How could he know? And even if he did, it couldn t be a problem unless he, Drew, let it be. Drew took a breath and tried to calm his racing pulse. Easy now. Let him make the first move. Faith smiled at Oliver in the mirror. Why sure, sugar. Come on in. Oliver returned her smile and stepped into the cluttered space. I m sorry to bother you. You probably don t even remember me, but& Don t remember him? Drew had a sudden flash of memory, this beautiful boy sweaty and naked under him, Oliver s long, thick cock buried to the hilt in Drew s ass, fucking him hard and deep, sending him over the edge and into oblivion. Yeah, like he d soon forget that. Drew fought to control his expression and not let any of what he felt show on Faith s face. Was it possible Oliver really didn t know the boy he d slept with last night and the drag queen sitting in front of him were one and the same person? Apparently it was. A few nights ago, you gave me this. Oliver produced the leather rosebud and offered it. Or actually, I gave it to you first; then you gave it back to me. Do you remember? So it was you who left that for me. Yeah. Oliver held out the flower. I d really like you to have it back. Drew felt like an observer as he watched Faith accept the flower from Oliver. Their fingers brushed, and the brief touch tingled all the way up Drew s arm and sizzled throughout his body. Inside his thong his dick stirred. God, he couldn t do this. But Faith could. Faith could do anything. He let her step up and take over. Aren t you sweet? Lifting the rosebud to her face, she stroked it along her cheek, her gaze steady on Oliver. Is that what you came here for? To give me back this flower? No, not exactly. I wanted to talk to you about& He hesitated. The seconds ticked by, and Oliver seemed stuck, unable to say what he wanted or even to speak at all. About what? Faith tucked the rose into her fake cleavage. Oliver followed the movement of her hand. He licked his lips. It s about your roommate. You mean Drew? What about him? Well, see, we went out a couple times, and Did he mention me by any chance? Okay, so, to lie or not to lie that would be the question. But before the question had to be answered, the
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