Chapter 4
The guy’s gotta be gay, Butch thought as he walked from the gym entrance to his steel blue Camaro convertible. He opened the door and slid in behind the wheel. The last client of the night had been a no-show. So he’d been able to leave early. Butch once again played the ‘you were late and I was on time’ card to shame Quinn into taking floor supervision so he could head out.
The way Ernie looked around the gym and the locker room…man, he almost drooled.
Butch started his car and backed out of the parking space.
Wonder if he’s ever had s*x? Sure seemed to be taking it all in like he’d never seen a naked guy before.
Butch drove down the row of parked cars toward the street.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head when Stan’s towel fell and showed off his stuff.
Butch approache
