Drowning in Neptune’s Pool
By J.D. Walker
“Really, guys?”
This was getting to be a habit.
I’d walked in on Pete Crawford—my boss—and Corey Brennerman—his boyfriend—smooching in the office. Their apartment was upstairs.
Pete pulled away briefly to say, “Get your own guy, then, if you’re so hot and bothered,” and went back to kissing the life out of the sexy man on his lap.
“Are you planning on working at all today?” I asked as I checked to see whose pool was on the schedule for the morning.
“Keep your shirt on, buddy. We have time yet,” Pete retorted as he moved Corey off his lap and stood. “What’s your beef, anyway?”
“I just want to get this day over with.” I grabbed the pool net and a few other items and headed for the door. “Later,” I called and left to clean Mrs. Teague’s pool.
