Tossing and turning in his bed, Evan wasn’t sure how he should be feeling about what he’d gone through. He thought he was going for mad, the feeling he had when he first found out what he was supposed to do, and to be, at his new boss’s house. Yet it didn’t quite work because…he wasn’t mad or angry. He wasn’t even offended or sad or miserable about being paid to be a s*x toy. He actually felt…high. He’d felt high ever since he left Donaghue’s place. He’d had to make sure several times that his feet were still on the ground, that he wasn’t floating all the way home. And he felt like singing, singing and bouncing along the streets. Oh wait—he remembered the word for how he felt. He felt sated.
Before Brian left him, when he was still blindfolded, and told Evan to clean himself up in the en-
