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"Oh my my my, yes, honey-chile, you surely did. Mm-mm-mm." Billie emphasized the last syllable and rose, extending a hand. Despite his more masculine travel attire of a fitted dress shirt over jeans, he could still project his female side admirably.
"I was prepared to like you simply because you are Julie's friends, but I see so very many other reasons as well." He let his gaze travel over Marcus and Thomas appraisingly while Julie rolled her eyes. Marcus returned the handclasp before Thomas did the same.
"You must be Billie Dee-Lite," Thomas said. "Julie says you've been a lifesaver."
"I prefer to be the ass saver. So much more fun." Billie winked. "You are very special to this dear girl. So glad I got to meet two of the three fine men who have won her love. She's already won all of ours. We're never letting her come back to your godforsaken part of the world."
"Trying to keep a New Yorker out of New York is like keeping a rabbit out of a lettuce patch," Marcus advised. "We always find our way back."
"Depends on just how tasty the lettuce is down south." Billie swept his gaze in such a provocative direction, Julie elbowed him.
"Oh my God, please behave."
"That Puritan ship sailed a long time ago, honey-chile, and it's never coming back to this port. I only welcome heathens and pirates now. Those with debauchery on their mind get tied up to a very special dick, I mean dock."
He looked at Marcus. "I'd love to tie this one up, but I can tell he does the tying. That'd make my heart go pitty-pat if I was a sub, like little Harris over there. But this one..." He let his attention slide over to Thomas and Julie hid a smirk as Thomas damn near blushed. He was very much Marcus's submissive, but he wasn't into being public about it. "He likes it when you take control," Billie purred, "and that is a morsel that just begs to be devoured."
"That ass is taken," Marcus warned with humor, but a gleam in his eye. "And everything attached to it. Don't make me get rough with you. Wouldn't want you to break one of those pretty nails."
Billie waved the glossy set, painted purple with silver flecks. He dressed as a male for traveling, but he always wore makeup and nail polish.
"I live for the rough stuff. And I hope that ass is taken quite regularly, else it would be a waste." He winked at Julie. "As much as I'm enjoying the view, this girl must hit the road."
Billie leaned close, brushing Julie's cheek with his lips. "Don't you worry about a thing, honey-chile," he murmured. "You just let them and Des exercise their delicious male testosterone and work it out. Bat your eyelashes and enjoy being the center of all that big, bad male protectiveness. Take video if that catfight happens."
Julie rolled her eyes but watched with fondness as Billie Dee-Lite made his other good-byes and then sauntered away, a predictably dramatic exit stage left. He gave Harris's ass a playful pinch as he passed him. Thomas and Marcus were watching him with equal parts fascination and amusement, the usual reaction to all the contradictions that were Billie.
"So how long are you guys going to be in town?" Julie asked. "Where are you staying? I have a little one-bedroom apartment nearby."
Madison and Logan had insisted on her renting a nearby place that wasn't as isolated. Since the theater was taking off, she knew it was time to clear out of the dressing room area, regardless, but she'd stayed one additional night here, just to prove her attacker hadn't made her afraid to do so.
"I haven't had a chance to make it my space yet, but I do have a sofa." The only decoration so far was a set of chimes Des had bought her at his preferred farmers' market, which she'd put on the small balcony she had on the third floor. At the end of a long day, she'd sit out there with a cup of tea, put her feet up and listen to their music change with the angle and weight of the breeze.
"I could take the sofa while you guys take the bed," she continued. "The bed's a queen. We could slumber party. Well, I mean..." Abruptly, she realized she had a variable she hadn't had when last she saw them, and that was the possibility of Des spending the night.
"Des might be there, but as long as you guys are all okay with sharing one miniscule bathroom..."
Thomas looked at Marcus. "Did we give her permission to have boys sleep over?"
"She's blushing," Marcus said, studying her with amusement and something more serious.
"Shut up, both of you. This is new to me. I'm not used to juggling guests with...someone I'm seeing."
"It's okay. As lovely as those accommodations sound, I was able to scrape up enough to get us a suite at the Marriott for the week. That recent artist I signed is making a decent amount of commissions. When I can get him to work."
Thomas snorted. "I'd get more done if my spouse wasn't so needy and demanding."
Julie latched onto Marcus's words. "A week? You'll be here a whole week? That's fabulous."
Marcus shrugged. "We figured we'd pitch in here and help out with your new play, visit with you and get to know Des."
"Oh God, that would be so wonderful. We're really short on set work help right now, with my student volunteers involved with exams. Thomas's handyman skills would be invaluable."
"And mine wouldn't?"
Julie lifted a brow. "You're great for hauling and lifting, but handyman work is not your forte. Remember my toilet?"
"I can't help that it was possessed by Satan. I told you to call a priest, not a plumber."
