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His husband, Tate, was the polar opposite of Robbie, so it never actually occurred to Priest that they had been intimate. He knew that Logan was protective of Robbie—he’d been very clear about that at the party, when he’d threatened both Priest and Julien—but intimate? Priest hadn’t seen that one coming, and he hadn’t realized how much it would piss him off to know that Robbie had been in Logan’s bed, and that Logan had been inside of—
Priest’s ringing cell phone interrupted his thoughts, and just as well—he didn’t think imagining that particular scenario was going to improve his mood in the slightest. Hitting accept, Priest brought his phone to his ear and answered, “Hello.”
“Bonjour. Oh good, I got you.”
“You did, yes,” Priest said, picturing Julien’s handsome face. “Many years ago.”
“Lucky me.”
“I think the general consensus would be lucky me.”
“Then the general consensus would be wrong,” Julien said. “How are you? You left in a hurry this morning.”
“I’m processing,” Priest said.
“I figured as much. New information this morning, oui?”
“Yes. I didn’t know about Logan.”
“And now that you do?” Julien said. “Does it change your mind?”
Does it? Priest thought, and then remembered the way Robbie had looked sitting on their spare bed, staring up at him with eyes full of fire and…interest. “No. It does not.”
“Bien. I like him.”
“Yes, I could tell.” Priest leaned back in his seat, picturing the two men he’d left behind at the condo that morning.
“You do too. Don’t you?”
“I find that I do. However, I’m not sure he feels the same way.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Julien said. “He’s still coming to dinner.”
“Was there a question about that?”
“For about five seconds after you left this morning, oui.”
“And what changed his mind?”
“You.”
Priest’s body hummed at Julien’s sensual tone, and he shifted in the seat and asked, “What about me?”
“That boy is curious about you. The same way I was when we first met.”
“You called me an idiot the first time we met.”
Julien’s chuckle had Priest reaching down to readjust his pants.
“Mmm, I did, didn’t I? I’m not sure how I was supposed to resist your menacing scowl and threats that day. Nothing like facing a jail sentence to make me hard.”
Priest palmed the very prominent erection now throbbing between his legs. “You and me both, if memory serves correct.”
“It does,” Julien said, his voice now a raspy sigh, letting Priest know they were equally aroused by this memory and conversation. “Joel?”
“Yes?”
“Hurry up and come home so we can go to dinner.”
Priest’s body hummed at the request, and he thought about all the things he wanted from this man. “He’s curious, you say?”
“Curious but wary.”
“Both qualities that I admire.”
“Don’t you mean both qualities that turn you on?”
Priest smirked. “Most of the time. You, on the other hand…”
“What about me?”
Priest imagined the smile that would be stretched across Julien’s sexy mouth and said, “You breathe and I’m turned on. I’ll be home at six to get ready. And Julien?”
“Oui,” Julien said, sounding breathless.
“Don’t come early,” Priest said, and they both knew exactly what he was referring to.
Chapter Seven
CONFESSION
The most fun I’ve ever had was when I was doing something I shouldn’t.
Why should tonight be any different?
LATER THAT NIGHT, Robbie found himself in the back of an Uber heading downtown to the address Julien had texted him. Earlier, he’d sent off a quick message to Elliot telling him they needed to get together ASAP, and then spent the rest of the day trying to decide what to wear tonight. As he looked down at the magenta coat lying across his lap, he grinned. He’d picked his outfit tonight with one thing in mind: to feel comfortable in his own skin.
He’d already had one asshole in his life try to tone him down, and there was no way he would ever do that again. So if Julien and Priest wanted Robbie Bianchi, then they were about to get him—loud, proud, and fucking fabulous, right down to his matching magenta Oxfords.
It was just closing in on eight when the car pulled up outside a historical building downtown, and Robbie looked out the car window to see a beautiful iron awning that stretched out over the sidewalk. There was no restaurant name visible, or people milling about outside, and the only lights he could see were through the shutters of one of the windows off to the side of the main door.
Robbie looked at the driver and said, “Um, are you sure this is the right place?”
His driver, Dave, looked at his GPS and read back the address, and Robbie checked it against Julien’s text. Yep, this is it. Huh. “Is this a restaurant?” he asked, wondering if Dave had dropped people off there before.
“I’m not sure, man. It looks like there’s people inside, though.”
Robbie looked back out the window and decided he was worrying over nothing. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m sure they’re inside. I’ve just never been here before.”
