“You’re the host. You’re the host. You’re the host. You don’t f**k the unexpected guest!”
Alex paced, running his fingers through his hair. He so didn’t need this involvement. Hell, he didn’t even need a one-night stand right now. He glanced to the other room where his work awaited, dithered in indecision, and then took a step in that direction. He’d not only immerse his attention in work but possibly bury himself under a mountain of papers. Maybe that would put a stop to his apparent self-destructive penchant of falling for the wrong man. He got no further before he let out a sharp cry as he spied a ghost-like apparition. Alex practically leapt back as the stranger appeared at his side, wearing nothing but a towel.
He had no need to ask whether David felt cold. Those small n*****s stood
