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“He just said congratulations, that’s all.” Bailey thought it probably best to keep the more cynical side of his and Henri’s conversation to himself.
“And how’d he look?” Robbie asked, his usually sparkling eyes somewhat serious, and the first thing that popped into Bailey’s head was: fucking hot. “It’s just…it’s been a while since I’ve seen him, and I want to make sure he’s doing all right. You know, that he’s…well.”
Okay, so clearly Bailey was thinking along completely different lines to Robbie, because all he could think was that Henri looked like the best night of his life wrapped up in a leather jacket. Whereas Robbie just wanted to make sure he looked “well,” as in, not pining after his new husband—most likely.
“He looked…” When Bailey drew a blank on an appropriate word, Robbie’s lips formed an O, and then he wagged his finger under Bailey’s nose.
“No, no, no. You don’t want to do that.” Bailey narrowed his eyes, and Robbie shook his head. “You don’t want to be thinking whatever it is you’re thinking right now.”
“I’m not thinking anything.”
“Your nose is growing, Officer Bailey. So I’m assuming Henri looked better than well? Tell me, is he still all dark and smoldering?”
And then some, Bailey thought. But before he’d had a chance to deny Robbie’s comment, Priest arrived to steal his groom away for a dance, effectively ending the conversation, and leaving Bailey to think about Henri’s dark, smoldering looks for the rest of the afternoon…
WHICH BROUGHT HIM back to now.
As his eyes collided with Henri’s across the room, a restless, needy feeling washed over him. He was fascinated by Henri, intrigued by the man with the mysterious eyes who had vanished without a trace this morning. And while he would never normally pursue something he knew would go absolutely nowhere, something about Henri made Bailey want to throw caution right out the window.
With their eyes now locked in a scorching standoff, Henri ran his tongue along his full lower lip, and Bailey had a sudden image of him doing that same thing over the head of his cock.
Shit, what would that be like? To have a man like that, who was so obviously sexual, so clearly confident in what he wanted, down between his legs, driving him out of his mind?
It would be a night like no other, that’s what it would be like, Bailey thought, as he shoved aside all of the logical reasons he should leave, and instead found himself walking over to Henri.
As Bailey took the barstool beside him and gestured for the bartender, no words were exchanged. But he could feel Henri’s eyes on him when he finally placed his order.
This was crazy. He’d never been so aware of another person in his entire life, and when he finally turned to stare into Henri’s enigmatic face, a smirk that landed on the wrong side of trouble crossed Henri’s lips.
Heat instantly flooded Bailey’s body under that stare. This guy epitomized the phrase bad boy, but as the bartender placed a whiskey sour in front of him, Bailey thought, I don’t care. I want him anyway. And if it’s only for one night, then there’s no harm in that…right?
MHMM…
HENRI COULD hardly believe his eyes—or his luck—as Blue settled down on the stool beside him and ordered a drink. He’d just been wishing for a distraction to keep his mind from straying back into unwanted territory, and like the universe remembered how good Blue had been in that department, it had hand-delivered him on a fucking platter.
Blue was exactly what Henri needed, the final ingredient to make him forget why he was sitting alone at a hotel bar getting wasted, and he planned to take full advantage of it.
“Well, this is an unexpected surprise.” Henri twirled his glass between his fingers as he looked over his new drinking companion. “If I believed in fate, I might start to think that this was more than just a coincidence.”
With his tie a little looser than this morning, and a much more relaxed grin crossing his tempting lips, it was obvious Blue had been doing a little drinking of his own today.
“Or,” Blue said, “maybe it’s just that this is the closest hotel to the Bianchis’ lake house.”
Henri scoffed at that pragmatic response. “Now why you gotta go and ruin my little fantasy? Here I was sitting all alone wishing I had someone to talk to, and then you showed up.”
That delicious blush Henri had seen earlier lit up Blue’s cheeks. “That’s all you were wishing for? Someone to talk to?”
Well, hello. It appeared that Blue had definitely loosened up since Henri had last seen him and was more than interested in exploring this chemistry between them, which was fine by Henri. If he had his way, he’d strip the guy naked right now and fuck him against the closest surface he could find.
