A week later, on Friday evening, Miles returned.
“Hello,” said Tony, as calmly as his beating heart and sudden inability to breathe would allow.
“Oh, hello,” said Miles.
It was a casual greeting. A little too casual for Tony’s liking. How could Miles not be elated at seeing him again? There had been a connection. Or at least some inappropriate behaviour on Miles’ part. Didn’t he know it wasn’t common etiquette to thrust your erect c**k in the sales assistant’s face? Especially if you didn’t intend to follow through.
“Quiet night?” asked Miles.
Tony nodded, determined not to fall for Miles’ charms a second time if all he was going to do was play games with him.
“I thought Friday night would be one of your busiest nights,” said Miles, lifting a heterosexual fisting magazine out for a c
