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Chapter Five

Andreas

In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have hung up.

I was just so…freaked out.

Because a naked guy was lying on my bed. Stroking his very perky, very impressive, very bare cock.

Not how I expected my day to end.

The guy probably wasn’t a threat. I was dressed, almost a foot taller, and had way more muscles.

But he was…naked.

I probably should’ve called security. Instead, I’d grabbed my phone from my back pocket and had hit the button for the one person I knew could help me.

Naked guy continued to stroke himself. “Come and join me. I’d like to fuck you until you can’t walk straight. You like that, right?” He pointed to a pair of handcuffs. “The headboard even has slats. Like they knew you’d need them.”

So he could attach me, wearing the handcuffs, to the bed.

Yeah. No. Just a hard no.

“Look…” I flailed. Do I really want to know his name? Surreptitiously, I swiped my camera on. The phone wasn’t pointed toward him, but our voices would be clear.

“Chaz.”

“Right. Chaz. Pretty name.” I cocked my head and offered a smile. “I think you have the wrong idea—”

“Oh no, big boy, I don’t.” He winked.

Big boy? Seriously?

He continued to stroke himself—getting harder and harder, and I so didn’t want to look but, hell, I was a guy who liked cock. Not this one in particular, but I was definitely…intrigued. “Yes, you do. I don’t do random hookups. Hell, after my last boyfriend, I don’t do men at all. Or women. No dating. No sex. No nothing. So, if you could just put your clothes—”

The loudest banging ever came from the door.

Then said door flew open.

Guess he forgot, for a moment, that he had a key.

My savior had arrived.

“What the fuck?” Chaz cupped his package protectively.

Freddie stopped dead in his tracks.

He met my gaze.

“I swear, I didn’t invite him. He was just…here. And I’m really tired and want a shower. Do you think you can…?” I flailed my hand.

“Are you all right? Did he touch you?” Freddie kept his eyes on Chaz, but directed his question to me. At least I assumed I was the one who was expected to answer.

“I walked in here, saw him, and called you. We’ve been discussing how I’m never having sex or having a boyfriend or a girlfriend ever again. Chaz seems to be laboring under the misapprehension that I somehow liked being filmed and having my bits all over the internet. Spoiler alert—I didn’t.” I directed that jab at Chaz, but also meant to send the message to Freddie. See? No one I went to see last night.

I might’ve gone for a walk down to the Quay, but no way was I telling the fierce bodyguard that.

He snagged Chaz’s clothes and threw them at him. “You have fifteen seconds to get the fuck out of here.”