Ace-High Royal Flush by Tinnean

Author:Tinnean [Tinnean]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Published: 2016-01-18T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Hazelton sent me to Turkey.

By the time I returned to DC, Ludo was back in London.

I intended to keep my promise to him, I truly did, going to London for my vacation later in the year, but once there, I discovered he’d been transferred to the British Embassy in DC.

Before I could bemoan my bad luck, I ran into Bart.

We spent the next week in bed.

* * * *

I called Ludo once I returned to DC, but he was busy.

He was busy with some character named Reginald Wright who also worked in the embassy.

Well…well…I was busy myself.

Mother had called shortly after I learned I’d been tossed aside like a used Kleenex, which might not be fair, but I was in a sour mood.

“Jefferson, I need you to do me a small favor.”

“Certainly, Mother. I’m not certain I’ll be available…”

“Mr. Hazelton has given you some personal time.”

Shit. “In that case, of course,” I said graciously. “What can I do for you?”

“Locke Sullivan is in town. He’s the son of Carolyn Sullivan,” she told me before I could ask who he was, and went on to explain, “Carolyn is on a number of committees with me.”

“And?”

“He’s at loose ends. I’d like you to keep him amused.”

“Is he gay?”

“As it happens, he is. However, he’s recovering from a breakup.”

“I’m supposed to be a rebound romance?”

“Hardly, Jefferson. Carolyn and I would simply like you to show him around the Capital.”

The more I thought of it, the more it struck me as a pretty good idea. “All right, Mother. Let me have his phone number, and I’ll give it a go.”

* * * *

I’d been seeing Locke on and off for a couple of months. I played the gentleman, not rushing him into a physical relationship, not even attempting to kiss him, and he seemed gratified by that.

I didn’t say anything, but when I’d get home after one of our dates, I’d sigh. Here was another one who preferred not to kiss. That led to me thinking of Ludo’s fleeting kiss, and I’d wind up jerking off.

And then we happened to run into Ludo and Reginald, and of course I should have expected it—DC wasn’t that large a town.

I’d taken Locke to the Anthony Wayne Centre for the Arts where the company was performing a revival of Our American Cousin to commemorate the one hundredth anniversary of Lincoln’s death. It was planned to run through the actual date of his assassination.

During the intermission I escorted him to the bar, and there were Ludo and Reginald.

“Hello, Jefferson. It’s been quite some time.”

“Ludo. It has.” Did that mean he’d missed me?

“I don’t believe you know Reginald Wright. Reginald, this is Jefferson Sebring. We’re old acquaintances.”

I didn’t challenge him, just introduced Locke, perhaps more warmly than I should have. “I’ll get this,” I said when the bartender approached us to get our orders, and I pulled out my wallet. “You’re still drinking Scotch and soda?”

“You remembered. How nice.”

“Now, Ludo, is it likely I’d forget anything about you?”

“You

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