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- Herausgeber: Dreamspinner Press
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
After his divorce, Steve Manchester came out so he could be himself and find love with another man. But as it turns out, the only man he really wants is his sweet, intelligent, and gorgeous best friend Burgess Cameron. Burgess, however, wants to keep the relationship platonic. When Steve can no longer stand the unrequited love, he decides to move to San Francisco to start a new life. But before he leaves, Burgess invites him to a Valentine's Day dance, where Cupid may have other plans for them both!
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Secret Valentine
“I’MNOTgoing, Burgess,” I shouted.
“Oh come on,” my longtime buddy begged. “It’ll be fun.”
“How much fun can a fucking Valentine’s Day dance be when I’m single?” I asked him. “I swear to God, Burgess. I think they specifically made this day so that once a year I can be reminded that I’m single.”
“Steve,” he said, laughing, “that’s silly, and you know it.”
I turned my back. I hated it when he tried to get me involved in one of his crazy outings. Like the Mardi Gras night at The Male Box, where our costumes had consisted of little more than about a zillion strings of beads, leaving way too much of my flesh exposed for my comfort. Or the Star Trek convention where he’d had us dress up as Kirk and Spock—as lovers! Considering how shy I can be, that shows how convincing Burgess can be. Or conniving, maybe? Manipulative? Well, not that bad.
“Just forget it, Burgess. Why should I go to a sweethearts’ dance when I don’t have a sweetheart?”
“Well, if you would get out more, you might have one. Someone’s just waiting to snatch up a gorgeous guy like you.”
“Gorgeous? Me?” I shook my head. Burgess was only trying to get me to feel better. That and to get me to go to his dance. And why? I was being relegated to be the date of a guy without a date. If a man as terrific-looking as Burgess Cameron didn’t have a boyfriend, what chance did I have?
Not that I think I am ugly. I’m not bad-looking. I’d date me! And while my physique doesn’t contend with Burgess’s (Whose could? He’s massive), it’s pretty damn nice.
“And this isn’t just for couples,” Burgess continued. “There’s a lot of eligible bachelors going. They’re having this drawing where you get a number, and that hooks you up with some other single guy there. You dance a couple of dances with him, and then you kiss him.”
“Kiss him?” I exclaimed.
“Hey,” Burgess said. “Winner gets five hundred dollars!”
“Still, with my luck,” I retorted, spinning around, “I’ll get some old troll or someone with a huge beer gut.”
Burgess got a stern expression on his face. “You’re going, Steve.”
“I’m not,” I barked, turning my back again.
He chuckled mischievously. “Myles is playing Cupid….”
That caught my attention. “Hmmmm?”
“Think about it,” he crooned. “Myles… in nothing but a diaper and a pair of wings….”
Now that bore consideration. Myles was hot. Seeing him in almost nothing did have a certain appeal. But when I looked back at Burgess’s smiling face, thoughts of a nearly nude Myles vanished. There was only one man I really wanted to see naked, and that was Burgess. He was my best friend, and I couldn’t have asked for a better one. But I wanted more. Much more.
I think I fell for Burgess the night we met. Carter, a mutual friend, introduced us, and I tell you, I don’t think my dick went soft the whole evening. Once again, it was a party I hadn’t even wanted to go to in the first place. I’d dated Carter a few times, but things had never really clicked between us. Partially it was because he’d let me know that he was only interested in open relationships. Me, I’m old-fashioned and want monogamy.
It had turned out to be a fun night. The host was this hilarious lesbian named Annie, the guest list was mixed, and I, surprisingly, found a lot of people to talk to. As introverted as I can be, I was feeling pretty happy with myself for being so outgoing.
Then Carter introduced me to Burgess.
After that, everyone else just seemed to vanish.
I had spotted him across the room earlier, standing with what I assumed was a group of friends, as he seemed so at ease, laughing, smiling, eyes flashing. I hadn’t dared approach him. Tall, heavily built, with brown hair. He was just too good-looking, and I wasn’t in the mood to be rejected. I mean, who is? Ever?
I am not that good at making the approach, which should be obvious. Thank goodness men find me attractive enough that I get hit on. Otherwise I’d never get laid.
Plus I had just found out another potential boyfriend, a man I’d been seeing over a month while on assignment in San Francisco, was also dating a woman. I mean, hell. How was I supposed to deal with that? Certainly not by taking my balls in hand, approaching a man, and having him look right through me.
Burgess didn’t ignore me when Carter introduced us, though, and up close, Burgess was even better-looking than from afar.
He had the sweetest smile and the most beautiful hazel eyes I had ever seen. When he focused on me, something happened to them that’s hard to explain. I actually saw his pupils dilate, and these little flecks of gold seemed to just appear in his eyes. My breath caught.
His hair was short, and he had the jaw line and the cheekbones of a movie star. His body was simply Herculean, with a huge chest, and from what I could see above his V-neck shirt, it was very smooth. A hairless chest is a weakness of mine. I think it was all those beach movies and television shows when I was a kid that did it.
This was in direct contrast to me—olive complected, with black hair and eyes. I wasn’t half his build either, although being a member of the track teams in high school and college had put me in good shape, and I still was, even after a decade.
