Average Gray

PrologueBobby and Keith’s bachelor party August “Who’s that guy in the corner?” Enzo Del Monte asked Mike Green. “I didn’t notice him when I came into the club tonight.” “No one special…Grayson Grey.” Mike shook his head. “He’s cute. I think I’ll go over and say hello.” “Don’t. He’s engaged and his fiancé is very jealous. He won’t thank you for it.” “Why is he alone if he’s engaged?” Enzo turned his head, looking for the absent fiancé. If he were Gray’s fiancé, he wouldn’t let him go to a party alone. Especially a guy as beautiful as Gray. His rare smile was spectacular. “The fiancé got sick at the last minute, and Gray had to be here. Keith’s his boss.” Mike shrugged. “Don’t you have something to do with Electronic Design Associates?” Mike leaned forward, moving into Enzo’s personal space. His expression and body language showed apparent interest. Enzo, having a great deal of experience with men who wanted his money, knew better than to say he owned the company. “Yeah, I’m an engineer.” “That’s a great job, better than a bar manager.” Mike took a sip of the drink in his hand. “Don’t put yourself down…” Enzo glanced over at Gray again. Mike gazed into Enzo’s eyes. Enzo shrugged, appreciating the attention, and the other man was taken, so he pivoted his chair back to face Mike who wasn’t so bad himself. He glanced one more time at Gray from under his eyelashes. Too bad he’s taken. He’s adorable when he smiles. * * * * Mike put on a sad face. “What’s wrong?” Enzo put his beer down on the bar. “Oh, it’s nothing. My mom’s sick. I worry about her.” Mike regarded Enzo with downcast eyes. He’s buying it. “That’s rough. I lost my father when I was young. I can’t even think about what losing my mother would be like.” Mike’s voice lowered an octave. “I deal, that’s all you can do.” “If there’s something I can do to help, let me know.” Got him. Enzo’s eyes went to Gray one more time then he shook his head. Mike watched Enzo. Stare all you want, but you’re not going near him. If anyone’s going to get a chance at the brass ring, it’s me.