Chapter 9
No, it wasn’t a problem. No problem at all. Why would it be a problem? Andy stood in the middle of the messy little apartment with one hand over his face, listening to the water splash in the shower and rather desperately trying not to think about the elephant in the room that was Scooter—his boss—being naked, less than fifteen feet away, water running down his body—Not thinking it.
Nope, no problem at all.
Andy was f****d. He’d known Scooter was attractive from their first meeting, but that first week or so, he’d been too overloaded on terror and anger and betrayal and grief to even think about his libido. The last few days, however, had been torture.
Maybe it was because Scooter was safe—he’d been very clear about his rules, the lack of intent toward Andy. Andy could fantas
