Chapter 9Greg made him a wonderful spaghetti, sausage and peppers dinner complete with homemade cannoli for dessert. At ten they found themselves in the great room watching the end of the Rachel Maddow Show with Greg snuggled up at his feet. Cisco felt happy for the first time in years. He didn’t have to trust Greg because he had control of the money. If the guard around his heart was slipping no one had to know but him. He didn’t touch his second drink. He had something better in mind.
“Let’s go up to bed. You can take your shower now, and remember, tomorrow morning we work out, so set the alarm early. But hurry with your preparations; I want your ass tonight.” Cisco knew he was using crudity to distance himself from his sub, but he need to maintain the illusion. Greg headed down the hal
