Chapter 8
John woke, looked around, and for a moment wondered where the hell he was. He could see his clothes neatly folded on a strange armchair, and hear voices coming from somewhere.
Then he remembered.
Arik had brought him up to the apartment above the diner to give him, as Arik had put it, a real massage. Now, he was lying on the long sofa in the living room, a pillow under his head and a blanket over his…He lifted the blanket and sighed with a bit of relief. He was still in his boxers at least.
Rusty had been in the living room, reading, when they’d come upstairs. After a few minutes of conversation, Rusty had retreated to his bedroom. To give them some privacy he’d said with a knowing grin.
Arik went to get a pillow. Then at the man’s urging, John took off his shirt and settled
