But a room? A share of the profits? “Damn it,” Eduard swore. “I have no liquidated assets on hand. I thought perhaps a night or two in my bed would be satisfactory enough. I owe you nothing more than that.”
Then the slight anger in his voice dissipated and he leaned into Reza with a sigh. “Reza,” he purred, his hand easing up beneath Reza’s shirt to rub the smooth muscles of his stomach. “Let us not spoil what we had together with talk of ownership and allowances. Come to my room—what do you say? One last lay for old time’s sake, how’s that? Then we’ll see where things stand between us.”
When the crewman didn’t answer, Eduard stared into those dark eyes and thought he saw something waver in their depths. “Reza.”
Eduard breathed his name, so close now—he leaned against Reza’s chest, one
