After completing a mission in Southeast Asia, he returned and debriefed, and while he waited to be assigned another operation, Charles moped around Foreign Affairs.
Only that kind of backfired. Instead of reminding Stanley, his director, that he was there, Stanley had had a shitfit. He took one look at Charles’s face and snapped, “Jesus, Browne. When was the last time you got laid?”
Charles could feel color climb his cheeks. After Max had walked out the door, Charles had had a series of hookups, mostly with women but one or two with men. And even though he’d received numerous blowjobs, none could compare to Max’s talented mouth.
Stanley’s expression darkened. “For the love of—Find someone who looks like Max and get laid. Now get the f**k out of here.”
“Yes, sir.” He might be in a piss-
