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“Are you saying she’s grateful that I left?”

“That’s not what I’m saying. Look, I’m done talking about Erin without her being involved. If you have questions about or for her, you need to hear those answers directly from the source.”

Dylan could respect that. “If we’re done talking and you’re not getting undressed, then there’s no point in us being in this room.” He didn’t want to hold up the cleaning crew for no reason.

When Ford continued to stand there, Dylan shrugged and headed for the door. As he reached for the knob, the jingle of a metal belt buckle being released made him pause. He stayed facing the exit and listened carefully to see if Ford was just jerking him around.

However, the rustling behind him got his blood flowing south again. His ears picked up the thump of boots being removed. The slide of denim over long legs. The whisper of cotton over defined abs, broad shoulders and thick, corded arms.

He didn’t have to use his eyes to see it, he could envision it in his mind.

“Are you leaving or staying?”

That deep, gravelly voice sent an unexpected shudder through him.

At first, when he discovered he was attracted to men, he thought it was a fluke. An anomaly. Something he’d outgrow. A lot of college kids liked to experiment, and he was no different.

The first time he kissed a guy, he was drunk.

The second time, he was stone-cold sober.

The first time he had sex with a man, he was nothing but a ball of nerves.

The second time, he wasn’t much better.

Unfortunately, same for the third.

It took a while before he was somewhat comfortable with it. In the back of his mind, he kept worrying about the stigma.

Some days he still did.

With time and experience, he discovered what he liked and didn’t. One being, he was attracted to specific people, not specific genders. To him, it didn’t matter if that individual wasa man or a woman. One of his past partners informed him that made him a pansexual and not bi.

Bottom line, Dylan didn’t give a shit about labels.

He also had no desire to shout from the rooftops who he was at his very core. It was no one’s business except his own. Not even the person he was having sex with. Because that was all it was… Usually a brief encounter that didn’t include the sharing of personal details.

He never stuck around long enough for anyone to do a deep dive on him.

For him, Erin would be different. He hoped to rekindle the relationship they established so long ago that abruptly ended. However, if he wanted a shot at her, it seemed as if he had to go through Ford.

“I’m naked,” he heard from behind him. “That’s what you wanted, right?”

That was one of many things he wanted. “It’s a start.” Pulling in a bolstering breath, he turned…

And took in the man from the thick, dark hair on top of his head all the way south to his long, well-manicured toes. Clearly, the facilities manager took pride in his health and physique.

Dylan jerked when he heard, “Now what?”

Ford’s question sounded huskier than normal, and his hard-on jutted straight out from his body. Seeing a pearl of precum clinging to the tip made Dylan’s mouth water. However, he would not be servicing Ford today, despite the desire to do so.

His own erection, ready to get the party started, kicked impatiently in his jeans.

Ford cocked a dark eyebrow. “Are you only going to stand there and stare?”

“I’ll do what I want since you’re not making the rules.”

One side of Ford’s mouth hooked upward. “You know the saying about rules, don’t you?”

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