Boon felt Ryan stiffen beside him. He laughed and stepped forward to extend his hand to the nasty little man before him. “Boon Andrews. Nice to meet you. Sorry, not a gigolo. A model. You’ve probably seen my photos in GQ, Rolling Stone, Vanity Fair, Cosmopolitan, and so on. Ryan and I are very close friends, and I’m happy to meet his other friends.”
He sensed that Ryan had recovered when he said, ““Well, if it isn’t Mason Wiley. I see you’re back in town. New York didn’t work out for you? Are you a big producer now or are you here only to meet and greet, trying to get work?”
Now Wiley’s jaw tightened and his eyes glittered.
It was surprising to see how sarcastic Ryan could be. It rolled out of him like sub-zero weather on rain, creating black ice on asphalt.
“Boon, I’d like you to meet
