He had never seen Alain be this seductive. Charming, yes. And he never doubted that Alain had more than enough company—he never hid the fact that he liked s*x and even if he wasn’t interested in a relationship, he did have a string of younger boyfriends. But he had never seen Alain in action, and it was distracting and frustrating and twisted Simon up in ways he didn’t even want to think about.
Simon didn’t even know why he was in this situation. Well, he did know why. He could trace it back to the moment he imagined Alain f*****g the boy on his waitstaff—Gilles. The thought had caught his attention, had been intriguing, somehow. It was that thought that prompted him to agree to the wager. Now he was trapped in a situation that was really his own making. Alain had given him an out, and he
