Page 26 of Syncopation
“Yeah. Dom likes this microbrew stuff, so there’slike two cases. Mish drinks what she calls cheap box white wine, but it’s not that cheap, and it’s damn good.” His smile slipped. “I wasn’t about to be an asshole to them because Carl’s being one to me. Touring is hard enough as it is. I’m not taking away their simple pleasures.”
Nadia still hadn’t contacted Zavier about dirt on Carl. He studied the case. “I don’t drink that much.”
“Whatdoyou do for your simple pleasures?”
People. All kinds of people, in all kinds of ways. He shook his head to rid himself of the image of Ray on his knees. “I guess you’ll find out.”
Ray got this incredulous look, and Zavier couldn’t help patting his cheek. Probably shouldn’t have, since it did nothing to quell the heat in his own body and hell did it give Ray a blush you could see fromspace.
“See you back on the bus.” He left without buying a damn thing and took the long way back—enough time to get his cock settled down.
He had to sleep underneath Ray tonight. That would be hell, but one of Zavier’s own making.
