“Hey, Sweets. Long time no see.” The bartender grinned. “Your usual?”
“Hi, Russ. No, let me have a Coke.” Since I’d taken the car, I’d lay off the hard stuff. Wills had rubbed off on me.
“Don’t you look tasty!”
I turned and faced one of the newer rent boys, who went by the name of Grand Prix.
“Sweetcheeks! It’s you.” He had brown hair and brown eyes, but they were nothing like my lover’s.
“Hello, Geep. Does that mean you don’t think I look tasty?”
“Truthfully? I’d do you so fast it’d make your head spin. Word is you’ve got a tight little ass. At least that’s what Charlemagne says. I’d like to see for myself. Wanna step into the men’s room?” He waggled his eyebrows at me.
That took me aback. I had no idea Charlemagne was still talking about the few hours we’d spent together.
“So, wh
