Beauty, Inc. by Tara Lain

Author:Tara Lain [Lain, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-62380-890-7
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2016-06-08T00:00:00+00:00

BELLE BARGED in the front door of his apartment building. He’d barely spoken to Leroy the whole way home, but he didn’t want to start talking in case he broke into a scream.

He ran through the lobby and up two flights without a breath. Wait. Judy’s up there asleep. He slowed his steps and took some deep inhales. Don’t let her see you’re upset. When he got to four he opened the door quietly. The kitchen light he’d probably left on that morning still shone, but nothing else had changed. He walked to the bedroom and peered in. No suitcases, no body in his bed—no Judy. What the hell?

He spun around like maybe she was hiding from him. Come on, the place isn’t that big.

When he made a full circle back to the door, there was Mr. P, hand poised to knock on the doorframe. “Looking for someone?”

“Yes. Judy. My friend. I thought she was coming here.”

“Oh yes. She has her apartment on the ground floor. Mr. Strong thought it would be best if she didn’t have to climb too many stairs while she’s being treated.”

Belle just stared. He felt the tears welling in his eyes but couldn’t stop them. Limb by limb, he collapsed to the floor like an old plastic bag. His own father hadn’t even paid attention, and Magnus Strong put Judy on the ground floor to keep her from having to climb stairs.

Mr. P. closed the door and flopped down beside him. “So, my dear, what seems to be the trouble?”

Belle shook his head and snuffled.

“Try again.”

“I did a really bad thing.”

“What might that have been, my dear?”

He sniffed. “I humped my boss.”

“Hmm. Humped. I’m failing to get a mental image.”

Belle sighed. “It’s probably just as well. I got overzealous and threw myself on Magnus Strong. That might have been okay, but then I—” He dropped his face in his hand. “Oh God.”

“I’m starting to get an image. Continue.”

He popped his head up. “I kissed him, okay? And then, as if that wasn’t the stupidest thing ever done since W said ‘mission accomplished,’ I managed to get my penis in contact with his and—humped. Now do you get the picture?”

Mr. P. clapped his hands. “Perfect.”

“Oh, so far from perfect.” He fell back against the large Asian throw rug. “Why did I do it? Why?”

“Excellent question. Why did you do it?”

“He turns me on.”

“What?”

Belle sat up, in his best Frankenstein’s monster imitation. “He turns me on like a large neon light.”

“Because he helped your friend?”

“Way before he helped Judy. Before he helped me, in fact.”

Mr. P. smiled. “So you acknowledge that he’s helped you?”

“Oh hell, Mr. P, I’m so confused. I mean, getting won in a poker game doesn’t exactly kick a relationship off on a sterling foot. Plus, that was after he seemed to be stalking me. I assumed he was trying to get me here to—you know—screw me instead of my father.”

“Ah, I see. And now you’ve thrown at him the very thing you assumed he wanted—and he refused it.

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