A Touch of ParadiseTHE SOUND OF THE DOOR banging against the thin wall broke Tudor’s concentration. He looked up, over the monitor of his work laptop, and glared at the intruder who’d yanked him out of the stress-test results he was reviewing. When he realized who it was, he groaned and cradled his head in his hands.
“What the hell do you want, Radu?”
“Don’t be such a cliché, gay boy! The rude queen is so passé,” Radu said, batting his eyelashes and rolling his eyes at the same time. “I’m only here to drag your ass to lunch. Can’t have you wither away and lose the bubble butt; no other gay will want you then.”
Tudor grumbled as he closed the laptop. Still glaring at Radu, he grabbed his phone and suit jacket and briskly walked out of the room. “Let’s go, then; I don’t have all f*****g d
