...Yes, it would be wonderful to spend a few hours rolling around on his sheets. He appealed to me. Haydn projected the aura of maturity a man had when he was content in his own skin. That I recognized it surprised me, considering our short acquaintance, but I didn’t imagine it. He had it. The argument for or against taking him up on his offer was with myself.

I looked at him over the rim of my glass as I took a sip. The cool liquid slid down my dry throat and delivered a nice kick as it hit bottom. His gaze flicked to my lips as I licked the tart drops.

“I wouldn’t want to come across as easy.”

His left eyebrow lifted. “Not a word I’d use to describe my take on you. I think I’ll get a few more drinks into you and see if you’re more agreeable to some fun.”

I grinned at him. “You give a guy my age too many drinks and the only fun you’ll get will be listening to him snore.”

Haydn tightened his arm around my shoulders in a quick hug. “I’ll risk it. You’re what? All the way to forty?”

“I waved goodbye to that a while back.” I took a good swallow of mojito. Damn, it was delicious, and good enough to gulp down and ask for more—but I wouldn’t. “Pray tell—how young are you?”

“No, no, no. You can’t be a day over thirty-eight. Let me see your ID.”

The idea of showing a complete stranger my driver’s license made me uneasy. I didn’t know him well enough yet to give him more than my first name and a hand job. I shook my head.

“You’ll just have to take my word for it.”

He knew he’d stepped over a line. “Sorry. No harm, no foul, Laird. If you don’t want to go to my room, we can stroll down the street to the next place.”

“I’d like that.” I tapped my glass to his bottle again, and we swilled down the remainder of our drinks. He’d not answered me as to his age, so I accepted my initial impression was correct. He was a lot younger than me.

Weaving our way to the door through the crush of male bodies was an adventure. The crowd of partiers had increased and grown bolder. I finally cupped the front of my pants to keep all the smiling men from copping a feel. I noticed Haydn didn’t seem to mind the fun. He grinned and grabbed back. When we finally stepped outside, he held up a fistful of slips of paper.

“Wow. These guys are really friendly.” He paused to count his prizes. “Eleven, all with names and cell phone numbers. Some of them have hotel and room numbers, too.”

“That should keep you busy, young man.”

He shoved the slips in his left pocket. “You might think so, but I’m really not interested in a series of one-offs that I’ll have no memory of the next morning.”

I started to walk east toward the booming bass of loud music. He fell into step beside me, our strides equal in length, his hand causally touching the small of my back. I liked the easy, controlled way he moved and his attentiveness, but started to worry about leading him on too far.

What did I really want for the evening? To be fair to Haydn, I had to decide soon. Saying he wasn’t interested in fucking his brains out might be for my benefit. If the urge was upon him, I wouldn’t stand in his way if he wanted to go find a more willing playmate. We stopped at the tail end of a long, snaking line. Haydn tapped the guy in front of us and asked him a question, while I admired the guy’s ass, which looked pretty good in white leather pants. I’d come to look at the eye candy, after all.

“What’s the deal here?”

The guy pointed at the sparkling marquee a good thirty feet away. “It’s Glimmer, man. They only allow two hundred patrons inside at a time.” He looked at me and grinned. “We can blow this honky-tonk and have a little three-way back at my hotel if you like.”

Annoyance surged through me and crystallized how I felt about having some fun with Haydn. I gave him a nudge to move him sideways so we could bypass the line.