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Drowning in Neptune’s Pool-1

Drowning in Neptune’s Pool

“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.

I knew I’d acted like an ass, but in my defense, I was having a shitty day. The bluegrass band I was in had broken up over some diva bullshit on the weekend. The leader of the group had always been a bit of a pill, and he had taken things too far this time. Everyone had been fed up. The upside of all this—if there was one—was not having to deal with him anymore.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to get involved with another band just yet. I really loved playing the banjo, and this had been a really cool, long-term gig, despite the egotistical drawbacks. Growling to myself, I arrived at Mrs. Teague’s house, ready to be regaled with gossip and fed peach pie.